Man-purse.

It is only 11:30 in the morning and I have already gone to the park, drank some coffee, made tea for a sick 8 year old and played world’s best baby sitter for a couple of hours. Roommate’s daughter, 3 months from 9, taught me how to make a purse from 8.5x11 paper, how to spell Sesame and the difference between 3x2 and 3+2. My brain is mostly full at this point, yet I must forge on.

Fashion is something I have a difficult time tackling even when fully coherent, so the prospect of putting together a fittingly spiffy outfit for upcoming holiday soirées is intimidating. Ususally I would just cobble something together from whatever came up without dog hair in my closet, but for some reason this year I want to dress to impress, even if it means recycling the same outfit for the 3 or 4 events I will be attending. I am thinking a tuxedo but will likely wind up with something a step up from a black sweater and collared shirt. Tuxedos don’t come cheap, and are rarely seen at Goodwill. We shall see, I just hope it works with my new purse.