The Fatal Preconceived Notion - A Buffalo Check Jacket

I had a hankering for something Pendleton-ish. Not that I don't have jackets, I do. Also sweaters. But as I age I look a little like a bag of something in sweaters. All my jackets are work jackets. Meaning structure and resultant discomfort. I'm clear. If no one is paying me money, I want to walk in full comfort. I want to feel like I'm in my pyjamas because I frankly could be, at any moment, if I wanted to, and didn't worry about merging into my sofa.

I had a hankering for Buffalo Plaid. Buffalo Check. Whatever you want to call it, looks like the blanket above.

There is, oddly, a Pendleton store here on the San Francisco Bay Area Peninsula. I have to ask myself why. Not that I know the answer. I went in. The store was oddly crammed with clothing. Bad feng shui. I looked for red and black check. The women's version was a jacket with a portrait collar. Pyjamas, in my experience, don't have portrait collars. The saleswoman told me the style is very popular. I said, "It might be popular, but I might not like it." She didn't appreciate my humor. The men's versions were closer to what I wanted, one zipped, had a hood. But I don't fit a men's small. And apparently very small men do not exist in the Pendleton, lumberjack-ish world.

I looked online.

Nope. I had a preconceived notion. Which appears to be doomed to the dustbin of other preconceived notions.

Fortunately, my ability to conceive notions is high. The only risk in dreams is when they take you to the dustbin as they go.

Saw this when I went into J. Crew. Hmm. Understand of course that I may never buy anything. I am not a big shopper. I enjoy what we would call, in product development, the ideation. What we call in real life, daydreams. In this daydream I am snappy, a little military, not too severe. Comfortable.


Have a wonderful weekend, full of spontaneous notions.