Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

I finally get it man.  I mean, like I finally get it.  You know, that signature style and look that marks us, shapes us, makes us happy every day . . . Yup.  Okay, so I've had it for awhile, but it took me some trials to realize that some areas of life are past the point of experimentation.   Like jeans and tees, with pearls and boots . . . blazers and more boots.  We know.  Right? #always. First up, I'm dead serious on not making shit to just make it anymore.  Even more serious on eschewing cheap fabrics, tester fabrics, and trying it to see what the fuss is all about.  Yea, no.  Why? When I moved two months ago let us just note that there was a small semi truck of makes that were cast aside from either being  enormously too big as my body has altered in the past couple of years, I never liked, or--my personal favorite here--were in fabrics that I was clearly drunk, out of my mind, or just deaf, dumb, and blind when I purchas...

I guess it has been three years now since I had a melancholy blather about daffodils .  Seems like so long ago, yet so close to home. It is funny, though, when you think about the fleetingness of days and how time and life change in a near instant.  As the feets of snow began to earnestly melt, I bought from the season's first shipment. Though, the sheer glow and simple ease of it remind me that in the mass of things awry that life will return to its normal rhythm. Daffs, all those years ago, marked a moment for me.  I remember drinking my cup of tea, those daffs sitting on my window ledge, and my shoulders fell and my breathing mellowed.  I realized that that 'hood of Astoria had made me love my NYC home.  There's a simple peace in that kind of comfort.  The pharmacy, my Dr.s, the fluff and fold, the park, the bakery I loved, and my favorite kiosk for Greek pies were all within a stone's throw.   Then, life changed.  I left my 'hood ...