Wednesday, January 03, 2007

No More Present, Please

Today I am dressed like my father in the Seventies. It was entirely unintentional, but the effect is undeniable.

A fitted wool turtleneck: maroon.
A velvet blazer: black.
Jeans: blue.
Boots: shiny and black.

Hair pulled into a low ponytail...throw a stache and chops on me, and I could pass for your dad, too. I'm hoping by tonight someone invites me to a key party.

2 Comments:

At 10:37 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm growing some chops, we'll make a damn fine pair of crime fighting cops who just don't care about the rules.....

AD xx

 
At 2:53 AM, Blogger TK said...

you pose two problems with that statement:

1. neither of us can actually grow chops.

2. we will certainly remain on the other side of the law, not fighting crime but causing it. of that i am certain.

 

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