Losing My Boner for Fashion

and finding sartorial intimacy with myself

This will be the first post of my fifties. Sorry for the lapse in writing as I settle into my new career direction and enter a new phase of life. Please forgive my month-long absence and bear with me if I'm fishtailing a bit. It feels like perimenopause* was all fun and games until the week I turned 50, and my second spring turned abruptly autumnal. For…