bookmark_borderOnly 168 shopping days until…

There are only 168 shopping days until my birthday. Not that I’m expecting gifts or anything but it’s not everyday one turns 29 for the twelfth time. So use your best judgment.

So some ideas for those wondering what I might like:

  1. A 1968 Plymouth Barracuda Fastback.
  2. A round marble-topped Saarinen dining table and 4 Tulipâ„¢ chairs.
  3. Dinner at Sushi Kaji.
  4. Some wrist bling.
  5. Knee high black socks that don’t fall down.
  6. Fine spirits.
  7. Magnets.
  8. A crock pot.
  9. Yankz.
  10. A bunny rabbit cookie jar by Momoyo Torimitsu (in green or orange ideally).

bookmark_borderBack to school fashion…

They’re everywhere now.

I’m surrounded by young people all trying to look good without looking like they’re trying. It does not help that I work very near the young people. Very near. In fact, sometimes they ask me questions that I answer happily (and usually correctly). I like to be helpful but all the while I wonder when did I get so old that I don’t recognize what constitutes fashion these days. I got confused after about 1992.

So this week I’ve witnessed:

  • A young woman with her hair up in a ponytail. On the back of her neck she had a tattoo of the word “Vampires” in a cursive font. She looked normal enough otherwise. Are the Vampires a gang?
  • Another young woman in low-rise short shorts and a stomach exposing tube top. And heels. Not a “day” look but that wasn’t the biggest faux pas. She forgot to wax her belly fuzz. Stubble is not a good look in that area. A longer top and she would’ve still be in “evening” wear but at least she would not have entered the realm of unkempt.
  • A young man in a suit jacket, shorts and flip-flops. I have no idea if this is in style but he looked silly. Maybe silly is in and I’m just really out of touch. This would not surprise me. For example, I got a few compliments this summer on the “acorns” tied on the ends of my deck shoe laces. My friend K. ― one the admirers ― asked me if I learned how to do that knot in Grade 13. In fact, I did learn the technique in the latter years of high school. For the record, K. recognized the style but noted that she was not a preppy in that era. Does it surprise readers to know I was? I sometimes fib and tell people I was a mod.