in any case, three separate people have requested i wear more color instead of my usual (chic) black.  looking down i noticed i did in fact look like a female johnny cash during his fistful of barbiturates, hotel smashing phase - that is to say smoldering.  but also - in all black.

tomorrow i shall begin to attempt the impossible.  wearing more bright colors while somehow avoiding looking completely like my mom.  i don't believe there has been a day that i can recall since 1982 that my mom has not worn something very bright, earning her the unfortunate nickname magenta shorts.  it is best when i would come out of my room in high school wearing something i thought was very stylish during my short-lived thrift shop phase and my mom would just wrinkle her nose and ask me if i meant to attract 'umm, you know, boyish acting women' with what i was wearing.  then i would tell her to relax, magenta shorts - i think i know a bit more about style. 

wish me luck!

also, whenever nefeli and i discuss chicken this comes to mind.  i love her. she is like a young, greek don rickles.