My obsession with checks continues
I keep thinking my fascination with checks is about to run its course, but then something happens and I fall all over again.
The Gant shirts look best to me, really. There’s something about that safe, sane, quietly masculine check of the Gant that I can’t get off my mind.
They’ve fallen down a bit with their short-sleeve models, which barely fit over my bicep. My biceps have grown in the last six months, but really!
