Tuesday, January 31, 2017


An acquaintance taught me the value of dressing out of a dairy crate, one step more formal than dressing skater style off the floor. In my life, the crate is a cedar chest. Spring is creeping toward Seattle, and yesterday morning was a good time to toss and sort the rags. A wedding last fall generated some quality basics in the inventory, and a few minutes' observation of the piles on the floor made it easy to identify which garments will play well with others.

Andrea's milk crate saves her precious seconds on the way to the bus. Defining the contents of my personal crate allows me to do much the same. Any rag that caused me to pause and think went into the reserve pile.

The same approach works with any category. The art school rule of thumb is to resolve it or leave it out -30-

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