Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

As spring has been slow to rise, life has not been slow on the upswing as we find ourselves saying closer to middle age than not.  Yea . . . I look around, when in the hell did I hit middle aged? Somewhere between 1992 and now I would presume.  Closer to now, but the exact date . . . probably when I started making millennial jokes (some deserving, some just me getting on mid life snark).  Anywho, while I haven’t posted here in a month I have been appearing around the web.   Yes, another moment when I look around and say “how in the hell did that happen?” Let’s see, my main press did an author interview with me.   In it I reveal the secrets of life, love, and happiness.  Okay, well if you’ve either met me or read on here you already know that I long eschewed faith in long term love relationships . . . but, the sides of me that people like certainly appear.  The editors, intern, and such all enjoyed it very much.  Enjoy, if you will....

Because summer left before it really came, and now fall is here . . . Back in May I made a knit dress, from viscose and donned it nearly all summer. May, from May Me Made in my NYC park.  That Moneta is what I still call my Parisian Dreamer.  A nary month later I made a maxi version on a smaller pattern.  Yup.   I was very excited to get my bourbon tee, can't ya tell? June . . . in Louisville.   That bourbon trail: you can get a passport at the visitor's center or (and AND) use the app on your phone.  The passport is stamped, and it is pretty nifty.  You know you want one . . .   Le sigh, of all the travels this year me and my Parisian Dreamer did not make it to Paris.  In two years I turn 40.  I'm going to India that year, and on the way back I think I will stop in Paris for a few days  . . . Perhaps.  India when I am 40, for certain though.   Another one . . . I wore this one s...