The Clothes of a Free Woman

At the Gallery Down the Street

Everything Evolves

In case you hadn't noticed, I've changed the profile photo which reflects the fact that I shaved off the "beard" on Saturday. Whenever I do this, I am really glad, if only for change. I'm also really glad when I grow one in, and then question if it was the right decision. When I go clean-shaven, my biggest worry is that it will accentuate my quadruple chins.

Usually I get lots of support from female readers/friends/co-workers/family members/neighbors/random-women-passing-me-on-the-street when I go clean shaven and tons of "Oh, that's so hot, dude", "Keep at it, it's lookin' good", etc. when I grow fuzz on my face, for what's that's worth.

And, for what it's worth, Bow has been over-the-top on affection since I let the razor do it's number Saturday afternoon.

Favorite Beatles Woman Ever

Since we're on a roll with tributes to Beatles women and I'm too busy to create any real original content at the moment (more on that later), I thought I'd post this tribute to my absolute favorite woman of the Beatles -- Jane Asher. In this clip from 2007, she is stunning and graceful at 61. When I was a tot, I whizzed past news of race riots, the war in Vietnam and political assassinations to page 6 with hope of some news about upper crust Jane's family continuing its tutoring of Paul. An English Rose then and now, it's sad we have not seen more of her work here in the U.S. I've only seen her in Alfie and Brideshead Revisited, and I thought she was brilliant in that.

Onward, Lady Jane, a vision indeed

Give Us This Day

One of my favorite things about the change of seasons is that I try to take many of the treasures/junk/stuff I have in storage and swap them with what I've had on display for the past few months. I have an excess of things for my sprawling flat, but some pieces are perennials. This print in my kitchen is one of them and usually gets a strongly negative or positive reaction, or maybe people are just being polite and afraid to offend. I've had it for easily 20 years and acquired it at an estate sale. There is something about it that I have found to be grounding and sobering in a positive way while others consider it to be depressing. Unlike some things, I look at it with some intent a few times a week, usually before having a meal and read something different into it each time. I wish I knew more about it, the artist and its origin. As I slowly recuperate from my cold, it seems to have new meaning.