It was a typical autumn afternoon: soggy and cold and gray. One of those adjectives alone is dispiriting; lump them together and it feels like piling on. On such bleak days, there’s a strong human instinct to stay home and surrender to inertia. But, as luck would have it, I was out of milk. For … Continue reading : there’s a first time for everything :
Tag: fashion
: i’m compensating :
Can you blame me? I'm struggling to survive here. You see, I met my annual Waterloo on Friday — the gruesome head-on collision with Fall and long pants and assorted seasonal unpleasantries. It was rainy; it was blustery; it was cold; it was a punch in the heart. Denial had lost its power. I pouted, … Continue reading : i’m compensating :
: fashion tips for the unfashionable :
Every morning is the same confrontation with the same dilemma: what am I going to wear? While a sheer delight to some, this conundrum is a tedious chore for most of us. The haut monde, for instance, factor in the season and trends, textures and fabric, color matching, accessorizing, a slew of niggling, but -- … Continue reading : fashion tips for the unfashionable :
: sock overboard :
Isn’t that a fantastic title? Well, it’s fantastic in the sense of fanciful or implausible, but not fabulous. Socks don’t have thoughts or feelings or motives, except the ones I ascribe to them, of course. Then they take on a rich inner life, one in which they plot … Continue reading : sock overboard :
: life as a junkie :
With the arrival of cool temperatures and shorter stretches of daylight, I spend the better part of my mornings and afternoons chasing sunshine. I want it direct and undiluted, beamed straight from the planet. Shadows, in these early autumn days, are comfortless cold spots, shrouded in gloom and I avoid them like a contagion. Sunshine … Continue reading : life as a junkie :
: an urgent call for safe socks :
A moment of silence, please, to honor the billions of socks lost in our service. Lost? Who can say? Cast aside. Jilted. Whatever. It’s disgraceful how carelessly we treat socks in this world. You’ll find these once fluffy companions flattened and moldering in parking lots, plastered against washer drums in laundromats, balled up in Lost … Continue reading : an urgent call for safe socks :
: fortune cookie as enabler :
Life is conflict, it’s that simple. What you want to do and what you should do are very different things. And not just different, direct opposites is the more likely case. What you want to do is throw caution to the wind; what you should do is resist the urge. So I was doing exactly … Continue reading : fortune cookie as enabler :
: a lesson I learned from my socks :
I've never claimed to be the smartest, shrewdest person on earth, but I’m not a doorknob, either. I can think. I can understand. I’m equipped with cognitive function. So I know when I’m being insulted and I was insulted by my socks. The sock manufacturer, anyway. Socks can’t talk -- unless you put them on your … Continue reading : a lesson I learned from my socks :
the whirly girl 