Tweed, rollneck, no hanky.

Because sometimes, you gotta show some restraint.

Harry, I’m going let you in on a little secret.

Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it; don’t wait for it; just let it happen. It could be a new shirt in a men’s store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot, black, coffee.

It’s almost the season for rollnecks and tweed.

Q

Anonymous asked:

What are your favorite brands and models of hand tools and power tools? What do you like about them?

A

Klein, Knipex, any lightweight drill.  

If you’re carrying tools all day, the lighter the better.  Otherwise: sturdy brands > cheaply made tools with a money-back guarantee.  Am I really going to go through the trouble to return a tape measure?  As if.

Handmade is not necessarily better (as with clothing), but there’s an ineffable sense of satisfaction that a tradesman feels knowing that the tool in his hands are a continuation of the hands that made it.

Q

Anonymous asked:

Where to find a nice suit with wide lapels that is not over $1,200...? (aside for suit supply)

A

Not sure myself, but the guys at PTO put together a pretty exhaustive list.

Happy wife, happy life.

It really is that simple, fellas.

Disheveled.

After ten hours in a suit, you just stop caring. As much.

Overcoat time is coming.

Or here already, if you’re out and about San Francisco mornings.

The full Jack/Knife.
Barn coat, flannel shirt, and jeans.

The charcoal flannel suit. For those cold, foggy San Francisco winters.

Building Stuff

A while ago I did core work (fire alarm, electrical closets) for this nondescript, gutted building in the SOMA district of San Francisco. It was interesting to see the bare skeleton of this structure take form as lifelike body-systems of power were installed to engage the life-sustaining (mechanical air-circulation, more complex than I had theretofore imagined) and project-specific facilities.

Almost one year later, I returned for finish work (light fixtures, switches) to the very same structure. I was amazed to see how the work that was done previously set the stage for the next crew of actors to perform their prescribed lines of work.

Transforming a lifeless shell of concrete and glass into an energized, beating hub ready for occupancy is a humbling experience, but it underscores the workman’s mantra:

Leave it good for the next guy. Because someday, the next guy might be you.

Hopsack: the fabric of bus drivers. Hopsack: the fabric of bus drivers.