Somewhere, there is a picture of me at an Easter bonfire in Hannover, Germany. I think the year was like...1998.
I am moderately intoxicated and cheesing it up for the camera with several friends. We all have little white things on our noses. Those little white things are the caps of our little mini bottles of schnapps, which we were drinking by gripping the neck of the (tiny; like vanilla extract size) bottles between our teeth and tipping our heads back.
They told me, my friends, that you have to take a picture with the cap on your nose.
So, we did.
In the fifteen years that have passed since then, I have matured considerably. (She said, convincingly.) I am 100% sure that I would definitely still drink schnapps that way at an Easter bonfire in Germany. No doubt.
But in contrast, I will also take Jack to a Hill Country Oktoberfest to make sure he's adequately exposed to his roots. And their sartorial history.
Enter the Lederhosen.
This is Jack at the recent Oktoberfest in Fredericksburg, Texas.
He is wearing a vintage pair of grey suede Lederhosen that, I believe, were purchased by my dear departed grandparents in Germany in the 1950's as a gift for my brother, who was then a wee bairn. (We're Scottish, too.) (Yes, we're spaced out quite a bit.)
Let's just say that the fans were a little gaga over that sweet guy in his Lederhosen. We bought the hat at the festival, and it definitely added some snap to his outfit. The little bear is also in Lederhosen. We named him Freiderich von Lederhosen, but Jack has taken to calling him "Freeder" for short.
Hope your outfit really reflects who you are today.