"Go East Young Man . . . "

Greetings,

Well . . . there's a great deal going on here at the house this evening.  The good news is that we're heading east for a few days.  All the way east.  As in the other coast.  Looking at a design project for later in the year.  Visiting friends.  An exhibition here and there.  And a series of cocktails and dinners to fill almost every spare moment.

Which brings me to a particular point of excitement.  Yes.  One of my favourite accessories here at the house is lending its special organizational skill.  My collapsible rolling rack.  Now, I first bought this great tool many years ago - as I always use it for parties here at the house.

Like almost every other house in San Francisco - we're not a very storage friendly abode.  So having a little clothing rack for guest to organize their coats (and because of our particular chilly weather 11 months of the year - we tend to wear coats a great deal of the time!) is always a help at any function.

But, that's not the best part of this evening.  What has me this excited is that I can wear all the bright clothes that I can rarely wear here in San Francisco.  Turquoise.  Fuchsia.  Teal.  Canary.   Tempered with navy and black.  All in a parade on my rolling rack.

You see.  Here in San Francisco . . . most residents usually wear anything - as long as it is from the vast collection of browns and greys that make up most of the fashion in our fair city.  I frankly consider it to be entirely caused by the computer industry that populates most of the area.

And though I dearly love all of the wondrous gadgets that blink and ring . . . the almost aggressively casual work environment that helps to spur that creativity - has set an incredibly 'low bar' for ones personal appearance. A fact which has always troubled me.  

But now . . . at least for a few days . . . I can strut my true self . . . resplendent in bright colours . . . and ginghams galore.  And this evening,  I'm just sitting here . . . looking at my rolling rack.  Making last minute changes.   A few minor substitutions.  And awaiting the chance to get dressed.

Cheers,
Scot