My last Monday post, Fiery Tulips, was a product of anger. If I’m being honest about it, more a product of fear. Because I wanted to be a good professor after every class, I would think back over the class and would remember a thoughtless comment or an expression that...

Since I was a small child, I spend much of my time living “in my head.” My first friends were imaginary, and my later companions became books. When I’m in a particular social environment, such as work or school, I fully inhabit one intimate friendship at a time. So no...

Today I spent a pleasurable part of the day experimenting with my camera. Following in Calvin’s footsteps before the Great Interrupter I got myself a Leica CL. Small and very easy to manage I developed the habit of taking it with me on my walks and travels. I study...

“More than ever elegance is setting itself free from the movements of fashion,” Olivier Saillard Perhaps I am weary of the limitations of my apartment and the sameness of the days. Maybe it’s just a passing moment in the stream of feeling as I’m pulled back and forth...

Today I spritzed on what I call my “writer’s perfume”, the one I got the first time I went to Paris. Perhaps some of you remember the story I told about this perfume in an earlier post. This bottle was a refill mixed and purchased closer to home. Perfume is an...

Earlier in the week, I wrote about a hat. My story about a very simple object was full of thoughts, emotions, memory, history, and desire. It went beyond the everyday, functional object that it actually is and became much more. While researching and exploring the...

I’m not someone who wears a hat. I get emails all the time from hat makers who want to send me one, but I always decline. Despite my satisfaction with being comfortable wearing many metaphorical hats, I do not much like wearing the genuine thing. I never believed hats...

I moved my desk to be in front of my window. Somehow this makes it feel like I’m still part of the world. It reminds me that I still live in a city that exists beyond my apartment. It’s been six weeks since my access to it has been sharply curtailed. Today like...

This week I’ve participated in Fashion Revolution Week in many ways. I’ve posted a love story on Instagram about some clothes I own as part of the campaign #LovedClothesLast. I’ve listened to podcasts and participated in on-line open studios listening to and watching...

Today marks the start of Fashion Revolution Week. I’m happy to have something tangible to revolt against. It’s been challenging for me as a social welfare activist for most of my life to be still, quiet and indoors. Sadly, I have entered the realm of a “high risk”...

Practice Noun: the actual application or use of an idea, belief, or method, as opposed to theories relating to it. Verb: perform (an activity) or exercise (a skill) repeatedly or regularly in order to improve or maintain one's proficiency. During a webinar about...

My apartment is small. The amount of garments hanging on racks in multiple rooms makes it look as if I’ve been living in an exclusive boutique rather than a home. Since the moment everything stopped, I’ve been forced to confront this every day as well as the economic...

It's been a long time since I've connected on this platform, although I've been able to keep up with others. It seems another lifetime ago since we had that conversation, "What Now? We coined the term back then, "What Nowness". So much has happened in-between then and...

I know it’s been a while since I composed a post. So I can’t wait to tell you what I’ve been up to. It’s been the holidays of course but right before that Calvin and I went on a wonderful adventure courtesy of Scenic Luxury Cruises and Tours.  First let me say we’ve...

It's been quite a week. I now have the time and inclination to attend many more of the events I'm invited to, now that I'm no longer teaching. I've been coming home late which is unusual for me. I've also been tongue-tied and stammering when I'm asked how I came to be...

So as is my usual course of action, once I get my anger off my chest, usually through the vehicle of a rant (poor Calvin), I generally figure out a pragmatic or creative way to respond. What came to me is that we need to articulate and find ways to represent the inner...

I love clever designers, those who can keep secrets that you’ll discover later. Designers who don’t make me think about clothes as if they’re just something else to consume. Designers who when I look at their garments make me feel like I just walked into an art supply...