Today is the day my Mother always repeats verbatim the story of my birth. How she was having twins and my sister Donna came out first and then I came 8 minutes later. I used to joke that I was still smoking the joint and wasn't emerging till I finished. Mommie says she cried and cried when the doctor told her I was a boy and he asked her why. She said she wanted a boy so badly and up until I put out the roach she had 2 girls, my older sister Pam and of course Donna.She only asked if I had 10 fingers and 10 toes, which I do, but he failed to tell her that I also had 2 heads. She didn't seem to mind and was just happy I was a boy. My mother cries when she's happy. So there I was and here I am.
It's weird getting older, and now being officially rather old (52) it gets weirder by the day. I read something on Tavi the diminutive Blogging power house. She talked about being plugged in at 13, and I thought about how one can stay 13 far longer than someone who crosses that great divide of, say 45. It seems like she is forever 13 and I just get older, even Fluff is getting up in years, though he lost his hair long before I did. Tavi said blogging on fashion should not be about critiquing shows, that that is missing the point. I know I do that alot and I guess I've been missing the point for a long time. I worry sometimes that if I talk about other things that affect me, and many other things do, I might bore you. I guess more than anything I never want to bore you. That's why there are times when I pump it out and other times when I'm quiet. I can't say something if I don't feel it. But more and more I feel for things in life that have little to do with the micro world of fashion. So I'm conflicted as to what I'm comfortable sharing.
I read something from Alber Elbaz, with whom I have great respect. He felt bloggers were loose cannons with little knowledge of design and therefore unqualified to comment. I felt like calling him up and saying, "Not this loose cannon". Other than that silly comment, he's got it together.
So the last time I posted a story with Fluff and me at home on the computer someone said, TMI. He seemed to feel it was unseemly to inject myself so directly into the blog.I hope sharing this milestone with you is not construed as the same, though it probably will. I appreciate all of you and your steadfast loyalty and interest in the things I have to say, both heartfelt and pithy. It makes getting on and finding my way less confusing and lonely. Fluff thanks you, Mommie thanks you and most of all I thank you.