I’m not late to the camel race, I’ve steered clear of the trend just like I’ve avoided buying a parka coat because everyone wears them like the unofficial uniform for NYC winters. Every move I make, every train ride I take, I fear a camel coat, hat, or bag will be on someone’s body, watching me.
I’m writing this in a cab ride, on my way home, after a late night at work. In the last two months, I’ve been so busy, school and work have kept me away from my outlet for far too long. I’ve missed creating stories on my page, like I’ve miss my mother’s fruit cakes with hard icing! Wait… Xmas is around the corner!! I’ve missed listening to the fashion dilemmas others get themselves into, and sharing my own twisted, draping ways to get them out of it. I’ve missed helping others look like a spent the rent money on an outfit when it cost no more than dinner at Daniel’s restaurant; after a Groupon! Last, but not least, I’ve missed my man craze outlet disguised as weekly themed-posts for men. Ohh how I’ve missed searching high and low for broad, well-dressed backs, let me frame the ways.