Sandals. Summer. Freedom. Foot-binding. Foot-binding? you ask. What does that have to do with sandals, summer, freedom? Well, I would have thought the answer to be: nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Or, perhaps: opposite. But apparently, I would be wrong. I … Continue reading →
When I was in college we were required to dress for dinner. “Dress,” that is, as in “wear a skirt or a dress,” not as in “put clothes on.” All meals had to be taken in our dorm, and anyone … Continue reading →
Those not interested in fluff, please skip this post. Am I the only one who thinks that Condoleezza Rice and Jackie Kennedy bear some sort of resemblance to each other? Physically, I mean. Think about it. The extraordinarily slender clothes-horse … Continue reading →