It’s not time yet. If you are a regular over here at this now irregular joint, you know that it is I who decides when you wear madras—if at all—during a particular season.
Madras…I’ve always been a huge fan of madras. And the madras pattern above looks vaguely similar to the madras sportcoat that The Charmer was wearing the night he got sideways with the slickety melange of hardwood floor and the groceries that M.M.’s date had just blown. Nothing worse than blowing groceries in front of everyone at the Country Club—except break dancing in it—in madras.
Composting…I’ve always been a huge fan of composting. Creating that black organic gold was an almost obsession of mine when I was married. I was crazy about composting. Composting and finding other ways to keep my a_s in the garden as long as possible. The longer the garden time, the less time I had to spend in the house with … plaintiff. I'm not bitter. Shut....
After seeing this vintage-ish cover, I had to buy the book. The Bettie Page of Composting? The Preppy Row Hoer? I’m just getting started. And she and I are probably gonna need showers. Lordy, after all of that composting.