Yesterday my sister turned 50. Today is her birthday party up at my father’s. I’m in charge of decor. It will be suitably ironic. Happy Birthday darling sister. On my 50th birthday I floated around a small lake in the Sierras. All Lady of Shalott, except wearing a life jacket, eating a sandwich, and learning how to work an outboard motor. Today promises to be more light-hearted. Smooches to you, S.
Am I serious? Privilege? Yes. At least when I'm not joking. While privilege can teach you what color shoes to wear with navy blue, nothing beats the privilege of being alive. So let's talk style, in the context of culture. Let's focus on the over-50. For more, please go here. Or you can reach me at my email: email@example.com. That's the name I wanted to be called when I was 16. Ah. 16....