Not only did I settle on brown-I decided to model it in a way that favored the more casual use of said jacket since the velvet smoking jacket scene ain’t where I frequent too much these days. Shut up.
Tattered paper decoration courtesy of LFG's kindergarten days. Finally after thirty years they made a bicycle tag with my name on it. Traumatic as a child to not have one. I'm still not over it.
Ok folks-have a blessed Sunday. I’m off to Las Vegas tomorrow for my last billable gig this year. Las Vegas? The week before Christmas? Don’t ask.