Where’s my phone?
Unlike some of my friends who cannot get enough of sleep, I don’t nap. But I fell asleep yesterday afternoon while reclining against my chain pillow underneath the electric throw, watching body cam footage on YouTube (don’t ask). Why does all the crazy shit happen in Florida?
Thanks to my nap, I woke up disoriented and groggy. It made dinner feel like lunchtime. Met with Stanford and Eagle Bulk Shipping at La Med, where I had cheese karni filo for the first time in years. Brought back memories of college birthdays and my housewarming in North Beach. I slurped chicken lemon soup while we discussed stressful happenings at NASA, Les Mis fandemonium, and the challenge of crocheting gloves.
The NASA & Cheese Karni outfit
Suspiria 1977 tee
Wearing all black with the Charlie Bravo coat feels wrong, so in the darkness of my room I reached for a smidge of terror and hot pink. Paired well.
Charlie Bravo coat
This felt appropriate for a cold night in Castro. Upon entering the restaurant, I knew Stanford would remark on this guy. I believe the word he used was “garish”, but after explaining that it’s upcycled rug fabric, it gained some newfound respect.
Nike X Undercover sneakers
So comfortable that I opted to stand on MUNI, both ways.
Chanel 1995 bag
When Eagle Bulk Shipping complimented my bag (thank you!), Stanford surprised me by saying his favorite bag of mine is my beloved green Diesel multi-pocket satchel from back in the day (thank you!!). The model is actually named Where’s My Phone?, and I still have him in storage. Funny fact: I’ve had several students from the Academy of Art ask me where I bought it, as they all said it looked like it would be great for carrying supplies. It is. Maybe it’s a sign to bring him out of retirement?