This is a Sartorial Blog--I Think

Hell, I don’t know. I suppose that thematically and word count/photo subject-wise, this is a sartorial blog. On the other hand, my randomanalia and ADD spritzed drivel could also make the case that this is my parking lot for everything and nothing. And because I’ve had zero interest in this being a commercial endeavor, I haven’t really given too much of a damn. And others have been known to define this blog in various ways…

 “It’s a divorced father and his daughter blog.”

  “No…it’s an antique toy soldier…

 …and caricature …

 …and sporadically, an art/art history…

…and book blog.” Oy.

 “Bullshit. It’s a blog that tells the world when it’s ok to wear seasonal fabrics…

 …and seasonal shoes.”

 “Silly fools, this blog is a fetish site for the Belgian Shoes enterprise in NYC”

"Nope. It's becoming centric to Flusser hand-me-down bespoke shoes and Cleverleys too."

"Idiots...all of you. It's about socks and you'd know that if you'd keep up with things." 

"Y'all are crazy. Everyone knows that this blog is about Martinis and being a functional alcoholic.

Actually, I suppose it’s about all of that and none of it with any level of true depth and erudition…just how I like it. Remember last year? When I caught myself caring too much about what I wrote, how often I wrote it and who read it? I abruptly quit the whole damn thing. Balance is key and since my return, I’ve made sure to not lose sight of that. I won’t quit writing stuff that intrigues me but I feel no pressure to write something every day. What I am gonna do is commit to posting something at least once per week. And an email that I received the other morning prompted me to turn my reply to a reader’s nice email into this blog post. Here’s my email …

“Good morning and thanks for your email. I was looking last night at the precipitous decline in the number of blog stories that I write. I think it’s rather predictable for most bloggers over time, to run out of steam…unless of course, they are doing it for a living or have unlimited time to do it. I fall in neither category. I called the latest post “Trad Ivy Tuesday” and labelled it as such for a reason. I am committing to something at least every Tuesday and hopefully will also write at least one more story each week in addition. I long ago struggled with the option of just throwing some kind of damn picture up there every day in between longer stories…just to keep people tuned in. But then I discovered tumblr for that.

 The other thing competing with my blogging time is a transition that I’m amidst with LFG. She’s reached another level—all good—she’s a straight A student and a sweet, empathetic little gal. But my access to her has plummeted. 

So I’m amidst getting my place in Old Town ready to rent—I moved back into one of my rental properties after we sold our marital home—and am looking at rental properties in Chevy Chase and Bethesda. 

My goal is to be within ten-fifteen minutes of LFG so that I can be more spontaneously available to help out and continue to be constant in her life. The CC/B area is a different vibe than little old Alexandria but that’s a small price to pay in order to stay at a reasonably high spot on LFG’s dance card.

 The stunner date(s)! You probably  know…or if you don’t, you should, that I talk a ton of smack in those blog stories. The middle age man/woman dating scene is fun bit tedious. The “stunner” in question has four young adult kids. So the heck with spontaneity and any level of throwing caution to the wind…just finding a mutually workable two hour window for a bottle swill and a crab cake is a massive task.

Shit. I think I just wrote a blog post.

Thanks for saying hello. I trust that all is well in your world.”

 Onward. Mildly sunburned and missing my LFG like crazy.

ADG II