Leather Cuffs

I never thought I’d see the day, but I am finally becoming interested in fashion again. Not because it’s any good right now, mind you, but just because I am so style-starved. I have to say, a lot of it is rather desperate, but I am liking the return of color and accessories such as those mammoth “statement” necklaces and the exaggerated shoe boots. I’m slowly getting my groove back and have decided that while I cannot wear the latest Marc Jacobs or Vivienne Westwood (due to age and finances), I can still find my own special look. I’m starting with my right arm, as I’ve decided that wide leather cuffs are going to be a staple in my jewelry box. To be worn two at a time. With a big white ring and chipped blue nail polish (see pic).

I like to throw a bit of the masculine in there – not unisex, but truly masculine. Such as how I prefer the scent of men’s perfume to women’s, so I think I’ll actually start buying some of that. Clothes, like writing, are limitless as long as you do it with confidence and panache. Look at Keith Richards. He’s been wearing women’s clothes for years and he’s always looked so elegantly disheveled. Even today. I just love rock and roll chic. It’s not done much anymore because rock and roll is so, well, dead right now but I do think it will make a comeback in a big way in the next decade. I mean, there’s only so much Beyonce and Kanye West that a person can listen to. Time for some crunchy guitar, some sexy growling. Hell, I’ll even look forward to the return of heavy metal. Just as long as it has some rhythm to it. I just hate the current state of rock right now; the semi-punk rattle of Green Day does nothing for me. It’s so redundant and one-note, you know? Don't get me wrong: I respect punk and I even liked it when I was in high school. But it's so limited. So I’m really looking forward to hearing the new music that Keith Richards and Jack White are working on together right now. From one generation to the next. Passing it on. God bless Jack White. His music doesn’t really do anything for me, but at least he’s holding down the fort and putting out some good old fashioned rock and roll without apology. That much needed shot of adrenaline. Speaking of which, I really want to do some cocaine. Just have the strongest craving for it lately. I regret that I didn’t do it in college when I had a generous dorm mate who dabbled frequently and would have had no problem giving me a few lines if I ever asked. But I only did one line with her once and stopped and didn’t get high at all. See, the problem was, this was in the 80s and I associated coke as a yuppie drug. It was an ideological thing. I was more into marijuana and LSD/mushrooms at the time. Probably because that's what my best friend at the time was into -- and he always went out and bought the drugs for both of us. Oh well. Maybe after I move into the new condo (fingers crossed), I’ll splurge and buy some. But I don’t know any dealers so that’s going to be difficult. How does one do this? I never had to buy my own drugs before because I always had friends who were generous with their stash. Hmm. Have to think about this. With my luck, I’ll get busted. Then my father will kill me. I mean, they finally fixed his Prius that I crashed in early July because I fell asleep at the wheel – the second major auto accident I’ve had in two years. I am incredibly lucky my insurance company didn’t drop me; I expect the premiums to skyrocket next year. But back to the cocaine dilemma. Yeah, I really want to do some. And I know why. It’s because the high will make me feel just like I did when I was manic and not on meds. Feeling sexy and brilliant, thoughts coming at you fast and furious. I mean, manic depression could be a lot of fun. My brain and I had some really good times. Now we’re just two middle-aged women having coffee. Don’t get me wrong, I like feeling grounded and calm. But sometimes you just want to be way out there too.