Saint James Scarf. Billy Reid Tie. Gant Rugger Jacket. Rugby OCBD. Boulder Organic Pizza Patio.
I think one of my favorite parts of the 100 Days of Ties project has been finding places to pose. I look back to, say, Day 3, when I was bashful and would wait to take pictures until alone at my desk. Now it’s all, Whatever, gawkers. You can stare. You know you like what you see. BAM! Not to sound cocky or anything, but what does it really matter if someone notices me posing? The world isn’t going to end.
That aside – the NYC party in February now has an official name, and we’re close to inking the locale. One thing I still want to do is turn this event into something charitable. I am think if we all bring one or two items of clothing to donate for a makeshift clothing drive of sorts, we can do a little good while looking extremely good. Thoughts? Ideas? Suggestions?
They have burlesque/cabaret shows in the top of that clocktower.
Wait. Wait just a damn second. Weathermen and women can be wrong about the weather?? Get right out of town. That 2-3 inches of snow we were promised yesterday never showed. “A dry air front moved into the metro area preventing any snowfall.” Well, damn! Now you tell me….Though this morning wasn’t without the Winter feel, what with temperatures peaking in the mid-20’s. Though my meteorologist, Jennifer Broome (hubba hubba), says we can expect snow (maybe) today, the chance of a white birthday for Will (December 18th – or- this upcoming Saturday) seems to be a fleeting thought.
It is what it is, I suppose. I mean at least it’s cold enough for the Animal Command jacket, a personal fave in my collection, as well as all other cold-weather gear, and really, how can I stay mad at Jennifer? Look at that face…
Nashville was a good time, if I haven’t related that yet. I hadn’t ever been, had little-to-no idea what to expect, but thoroughly enjoyed every second spent there, despite the cold, wet, and windy weather. All weather issues were blown to bits when I got to dive into my shopping plans, which included visits to Imogene & Willie, FM Allen, Two Elle, and the highly-anticipated, Billy Reid. While I was able to score a few choice finds at the other shops, Billy Reid yielded a pair of Desert Boots and sharp tie. I spent a good amount of time there trying on the clothes, chatting it up with the more-than-friendly staff, and sipping complimentary bourbon, which I consider the reason I bought the boots. I’m not too into the side-zip style, but I thought, “Eh, why not? The price is right, the leather is the softest I’ve ever felt, and who knows when I’ll be back?” With that in mind, and with being somewhat disappointed with how they actual clothes fit, I went ahead with the boots and a striped wool tie. I haven’t worn the boots yet. Still in that flux stage with the zipper versus laces dilemma. Regardless of fastening system, they are beautiful and comfortable. The tie, though, I wear frequently.
If there ever was a cheerleader to champion the finer points Denver has to offer, I would gladly be that bugle boy. I am already dead-set on never leaving here save for some plans to travel and see a bit more of the world here and there. I’ve never been to Tokyo or the UK or even Nashville for that matter. Of these places, it would seem that, after this past weekend, the country music capital is the next place to scratch off the list. I know I’ve got a trip to Portland planned as well, but what’s another few hundred for a ticket to Nashville? Not only would I have a quite stylish tour guide (thanks, Jeremy, for the introduction), I could cruise into Billy Reid and see if the email I got Friday afternoon is legit; a reader telling me how much he misses the NYC Billy Reid location after he moved.
Among my favorite activities when visiting another city is stopping into the one of a kind shops and outfitters native to the area. Yes, it’s always fun to stop into Urban Outfitters and H&M’s in other places, but I prefer cruising the side streets, finding little shops and curios to patronize. Like in Costa Rica four years ago, had I not been in a dusty alley looking for this rumored pizza joint, I wouldn’t have been offered what I am sure was the finest cocaine around. Unfortunately all my money was promised to the pizza and beer…or is it “fortunately”?
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