Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike! (And Ralph.)


This morning I was able to dress like a real person and go to a real agency to talk business with creative professionals, and: Good Stuff. (I was trying to show you my outfit by standing on the couch and catching my reflection in the mirror. It didn’t work out the way I planned. So I ran to a man who said he can understand… Long black shirt. Dark jeans. Silver Birkenstocks. Jewelry.)

It looks like I might try to stop by here every day in October. Let’s see what happens. ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

2 thoughts on “Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike! (And Ralph.)”

  1. Sounds like a mighty, nice outfit. Is it weird when I think of Berkinstocks I think of you?

    I’m toying with buying some clogs … but will I be able to walk in them is the burning question.

    Hope you meeting went well. xx

  2. I LOVE your mirror! (Gingermog, I always imagine that if I got birken-clogs I would kick them off, like one of those crazy high kicking Rockefeller Center women, but with shoes flying everywhere.)

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