My journey has come to an end. For a few months now, I’ve been filling you in on my house renovations, from what started it all to the choice in paint color for my walls. I had a few loose ends to tie up last week, but as of today, I can finally close the book on becoming Bob Vila. I have gone through a number of projects throughout my lifetime—some long, some short, some rewarding, and others not so much. But this most recent undertaking was life-changing. It was an experience unlike any other, one that pushed me, one that taught me lessons that I didn’t know I needed, one that made me better, unquestionably.
I’m a firm believer that no matter your age, no matter your experience, there’s always room for growth. This sentiment definitely applies to your personal style. For over a year, I’ve extolled the virtues of looking outside your confines, and to try something different. Follow the prescribed rules if you must, but also leave room for experimentation. Don’t be afraid to lust over jewelry—like the new Lock bracelet from Tiffany & Co. Don’t second-guess wearing shorts-shorts, especially the one from Tracksmith and Puma. Don’t shy away from the floral embroidery on the moccasins from Noah and Minnetonka, or the chic—yes, chic—saddle bag from Christian Dior.
As one of the style gurus over here at Esquire, I have done my damndest to offer you, dear reader, the best of the best in fashion and grooming, all the stuff that’ll help you on your own journey of personal or professional growth. And with this entry, my last one at the house that Esky built, I encourage you to keep trying, to keep learning. I sure as hell did.