against the elements
In my teens, I was impatient when my mother would say that a good coat was important, that it made a first impression. For me, a coat was something to keep me warm and dry…
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Instead of shopping, a walk in my garden
As enamoured as I am of clothes, shoes, shopping, and the ilk, I occasionally hit a point where tawdry consumerism is all I can see and the gap between those who have and those who…
View PostDetour — click this way!
Damn! Because of the way Blogger dates posts from when they were first drafted rather than when they were published, my most recent post–a fabulously-interesting one, bien sûr about running and what I wore– is…
View PostIt’s beginning to look a lot . . .
Some guerrilla decorating happened in my neighbourhood last week, an annual attack perpetrated by someone with a generous heart, a love of fun, and an apparently unending supply of ornaments. None of our trees were…
View PostWhat the no-longer-drowned-rat wore
If you can imagine a drowned rat, you’ll have a good idea what I looked like this morning when I got back from my run: it was cold, grey, and very wet, but since I’m…
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