UNspiration

Hi friends! As this is my first post, I would like to share my UNspiration for starting this blog. This story is a direct copy of an entry from my old blog (which I have taken down because It. Bores. Me. To. Tears.) and illustrates perfectly well how clueless I am about being a social chameleon, particularly as attire is concerned.

"Last night Sam's good friend from college had a DJing gig down in alphabet city. What I didn't know was that a bevy of underground brooklyn rappers would be in attendance for an endless freestyle hiphop show afterward. Needless to say I felt like a TURD wearing a white cardigan with non skinny regular bootcut jeans and black ballet flats. Usually when I go downtown I wear the same things as I wear uptown but I do funky makeup and hair and accessories. So I did have those going for me - but seriously? A white cardigan in a room full of underground hiphoppers? uuuuhhhhhhhhhh."

I hope for this to be a space where I can express my love for dogs, random stuff I see or hear on the streets, and likely most frequently my lack of understanding "designer" or avant garde clothing and couture, or even common trends.

Like yesterday when I saw a 60 year old otherwise very Muffy looking woman (she could be a Kitty too, I suppose) walking on 5th in Midtown wearing an Ed Hardy t-shirt over her khakis. Just picture it. Nice.

That's all for now. Signing off as probably the only person in Manhattan that admits to being clueless about clothing . . . and pretty much everything else.