shown here in salmon, shirley in florida profiling her favorite snuggle blanket comprised of many squares taken from the collection of the late great dominick roberti. wish i could of met the man behind the myth. rest in peace pops. thank you shirley for your contribution!
1 sporty fleece-lined flannel coat. 1 handsome young buck. from business to pleasure in less than 3 seconds. a truly versatile piece. thank you danny from va!
casual fridays
old navy
prancer and dancer flannel
so this is my friends john’s collection. the first official contributor to the cause. like a true celebrity, john has decided to conceal his identity by wearing a fake beard and wig for the photos (which have been taken from over thirty yards away). it’s understandable. after all, in a way, he’s coming out of the closet and maybe he’s a little bit bashful. by god, he’s flying his flannel flag on the third-story deck of his house for the world to see . you get the point… john’s got it all. a good job, a great wife, beautiful baby-daughter, sweet house, which now has a kick-ass deck attatched to the back of it, and most importantly, he’s got a passion for flannel. i’ve been helping him build the deck this week and decided that once it was finished, it would make a perfect platform for the photoshoot. much like a coming out party, we cooked some hot dogs, drank a few beers, and documented flannel. john prefers classic pendleton shirts and refuses to wear then to work, which technically classifies them as leisure flannel (which is now a category of its own and refers to garments designated for dating, dining, and possibly dancing). i was really taken back. at first i thought he was nuts but i now see his point which led me to this realization: savor the finer things in life, especially in these economic times…
here i am. in all my glory. shown here in a classic Saddlebred print, standing beside a mythical beast. this is the very first post and i know what your thinking and yes, i agree, this is genius! a blog dedicated to flannel, feux-flannel, flannel enthusiasts, and anything else i decide to slip in on the side. it occured to me when i was cleaning out my closet the other week… i do what i always do, i throw the jeans up top, hang the two “dress” shirts i own up and then push them all the way into the far-left corner (out-of-sight, out-of-mind) to never to be seen again atleast until next christmas, then comes the fun part: assessing the flannel… its everywhere. all over bed, draped over christa’s sewing machine, spread out on the dinner table, crammed into my bookbag in case of an emergency, and theres even a few pieces hanging on the back of the door in the bathroom too. i usually collect it all, take it to the wash, then hang it up, and unlike washing my clothes, i actually enjoy putting them away because once the flannel is hung, it looks great! and did i mention highly functional too? a closet full of flannel… kinda like when bruce wayne needs to quickly slip into the bat suit… need i explain?
however, this is not a flannel-only club and it is important to remember that its the person under the flannel that counts. and just as important: we don’t judge those with no flannel at all. so when your browsing the site don’t get all bent when some stranger in denim makes his way into the photo. or when a member from a rock band has shedded the flannel mid-set. or when its 100 degrees outside and the flannel has been stowed for the summer. or when you think you’ve spotted plaid. or when my friend jason wears his banana republic v-neck sweater over a flaired collared shirt. don’t judge! this isn’t the place for that! however, this is the place where flannel is the gateway garb into a world of otherwise, seemingly unrelated, interesting subject matter. so thanks for visiting and please enjoy!
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