On Bill though, I can see a whole different spirit to it. It’s the hat that sells it, the rest is window dressing. Give Bill a cob pipe, some grizzled facial hair, and downturned scowl, and a nickname like ‘Wooden Eye Bill’ or ‘Bill The Big Bastard’ (well, my cousin has that name, but he is a fisherman, so I think it works, though he’s not a fashionable fisherman), and he could sell it as a lonely east coast fisherman trying to do something daring because the last four hundred seasons of longshore fashion are so passe, and he’s just got breath.

Here’s the picture in my melon;

The cold winds whip the boat, the masts take flight, the men are cold, but not Bill. They laughed at what appeared to be a giant sock worn over his coat and rubbers, but they can laugh no more. The sea spray strikes, and Bill alone can stand it, because, with tastefully hidden rubber underlining, even when his afghan blanket-come-tube coat is soaked, he’s dry and warm. He puffs his pipe and spits at the hell-hated blackening sky; only three and still the ever choking clouds blot the sun out entirely as the storm comes in. He has no fear of the elements, and the sea could swallow his tiny boat and its crew whole. He swigs from a flask, hidden tastefully in one of his soaking tubecoat’s many discrete pockets. There is no fear at all as the sky blazes with the first cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning. He’s the (very chic, very warm) fisherman.

“And now a shadow puppet! My dog Lupus….”

In fact, the first one would require him to change his sex.

Why can’t he just wear the same outfit he wore to the prom?

So seasonally, you would clash, and as Mike seems to have dibs on Summer, you are the one that will have to do what any decent man in this situation would do: find something to best coordinate with Mike’s sassiness.

Also, I think you’re more of an Autumm than a Winter. so you’ll want to use neutrals to accentuate the black knit, not have it be overpowering.

You’re welcome!