Sunday, November 11, 2012


This has nothing to do with vestments or Christian worship.  It is, however, a cautionary tale about what can happen when one loses all sense of aesthetic restraint.

Can any of you identify this picture?  Is it the official T-shirt of some jazz festival?  Is it something someone purchased at a particularly tacky New Orleans souvenir shop?  Is it the sort of prize you won at some school music competition, took home and which never saw the light of day again until your mom threw it out?

No.  Believe it or not, that was going to be a uniform worn by a major-league sports team

The occasion for this escapes me but in 1996, several National Hockey League teams were going to wear alternate jerseys for one or a few games.  Five of them did; one did not.

For reasons known only to the God who created heaven and Earth and who rules us all, somebody actually thought that my team, the St. Louis Blues, should have taken the ice in those things.  And they would have too, except for the fact that Mike Keenan, the coach at the time, refused to allow his players to compete wearing anything so idiotic.

Let all those who design liturgical vestments and all other forms of church decoration profit by this example.

Of course, what's really sad is that if the Blues ever did wear those things in a couple of games and then decided to sell them, they would be gone inside of a week.

Thursday, November 8, 2012


I'll spare you the details but it's been an AWFULLY stressful few months around the Bad Vestments Building here in Webster Groves, the Paris of St. Louis County, Missouri.  I don't know how often I'm going to post for while but I had to share this.  Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Justin Welby, the next Archbishop of Canterbury.