In fashion, I err on the side of repression. I wear less color and flash than my personality might support. High WASPs are like that and always have been, we worship appropriate, and set our dashboard to flash an early warning for impropriety. In the garden, however, I err on the side of letting […]
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....