This is what extreme painting fatigue does to you. . .

You begin wearing things like houndstooth jackets and navy blue ties with green whales on them. . . and ENJOYING it! Not visible here are the tan vintage Florsheim wingtips (that's brogues for you Commonwealth visitors) and dark olive green socks that complete the ensemble. Kids, don't try this at home!

Comments

johnpreece said…

Brown and Blue?

now I'm worried.

John

11:00 AM

La Sombra Sofisticada said…

If that is what happens, then more people should paint ;)

11:42 AM

marinergrim said…

I thought that was the standard dress code for Old School Wargamers.
And brown & blue together? My Dad would have made me change.

5:22 AM

Brigadier Dundas said…

The wardrobe looks fine; but put the hussars in a box and get back to some architectural stuff to reignite the hobby flames.

8:14 AM

Mark Dudley said…

I prescribe that you take yourself of to bed and re read Charge cover to cover.

That should sort you out.

3:26 AM

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