Hot lead punishment
The Disappointed (Again) outfit
Head Shots cap
The only things I bought from storied It’s A Wrap in Burbank were two really nice caps. Where they were used, if at all, is unknown. I like to pretend it was once used on George Costanza.
Needles cardigan
I bought this with a friend of mine who recently enjoyed apple pie without me in Amsterdam. I am starving for pie. And he ate pie in my face via text. You know who you are.
Chanel Edinburgh bag
I think of Edinburgh and think of Mercat Cross, where hot lead punishment was meted out to the guilty.
Sunflower jacket
I needed a cozy bit of armor today. After walking out disappointed and empty-handed, I went and bought a warmed up fudge packer cookie from Hot Cookie. Busy patterns are good for hiding melted chocolate stains.
CMBYN tote
And I’ll remember everything that happened today, too.
Ami boots
OK, back to the clothes. Focus.
My 20s were marked by winklepickers, boots, and only leather soles. I wanted them pointy and flat like a trowel. It didn’t matter if they squeezed my toes or did damage to my soles as long as they looked like they could pop open a paint can. The inhumane cruelty committed to my feet left me with swollen ankles and back pain, but when you’re young you feel invincible.
These days I only own two pairs of boots, neither of which get much use. I like a free ankle, I airtime for an interesting sock, and saving space in my carryon. My everyday slacks do fall best over a flat boot, but at this stage of life, sensible comfort and care trumps a sharp pant silhouette.