After months of gentle haranguing Stevie gave in, and donned my fashionable additions to his Winter wardrobe. In a single night he wore both the vintage grey wool cardigan (with pockets!) and the tweed chauffer's hat which I had *painstakingly picked out for him. He's a handsome man and I wouldn't kick him out of bed for blowing a bubble pipe and drinking a glass of rye whiskey.
*painstaking because he finds any color other than grey "too loud" and ALL vintage men's hats are chimp head sized (that means small)