Back. Uneventful flights, except for the spillage of warm nuts in my lap on the Chicago – San Francisco leg. More words and some pictures to follow. If only jet lag didn’t make me feel like I’m on a on a perpetually shifting and not-too-well-captained boat. Oh well, small price to pay for seeing best friends, Belgian greenery, and Parisienne, um, Paris. Talk to you soon.
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: firstname.lastname@example.org. That's the name I wanted to be called when I was 16. Ah. 16....
Slippers Whimsical To Sturdy