Today’s big news is…. Meet my editorial board! (Also, this post includes two days worth of wardrobe choices.)
Yesterday, I got an e-mail from my sister. Here’s how it started:
“Some unsolicited advice about your blog, and please don’t take it the wrong way but I thought I’d point out: I know you are writing things quickly and probably don’t have time to proofread but you have some pronoun-antecedent issues.”
Here is part of what I wrote back:
“This project is about me, my clothes, and the relationship between what I wear, what I do, who I am, who I am becoming and what, if anything, it means. Sometimes we get dressed in a hurry and don’t look quite put together. That happens when we write in a hurry, too. (At some point, this will be the topic of a post and Clinton Kelly will be
in it, too.)
“So do not worry about offending me by pointing out grammatical errors or suggesting ways to make the writing better.”
Then, this morning, I got a message from my pal Andy in New York. He had a lot of really helpful things to say too (and doesn’t care about the grammar). One of them was this:
“I wanna see YOU in the pics, not disembodied vestments on a hanger.”
So, thank the Editorial Board for one of today’s pictures. And thank my pal Marge, who took the photo.
Today, Saturday, I am wearing a Fitigues black waffle knit cotton shirt with a neckline I do not have the vocabulary to describe (I’m sure there’s a word for it and will be deeply grateful to anyone who can teach it to me). If it were human, it would be old enough to vote and drive. There used to be an entire store full of the stuff , which was frightfully expensive. Try not to gasp in surprise when I reveal that it was located in one of our fancier ‘burbs, The good news for the rest of us was the back room where they stashed and sold past seasons’ leftovers. At $20, the shirt was a great deal, and I got a long black hooded robe-like garment that makes me feel like Morticia Addams every time I put it on.
Today is the last day before bath time for the 524s. Tomorrow, I shall wear the 528s and another shirt that turns me into a billboard. But what kind of a curmudgeon would I be to crab about advertising a National Monument? Especially after the glorious October afternoon my sweetheart and I enjoyed there in 2010. Muir Woods. A great place to buy a T-shirt after a walk with someone you love.
