The implications of the 50th birthday are hard to ignore and difficult to embrace.  One by one friends are starting to undergo joint replacements and drop out of my tennis and paddle tennis groups to pursue more forgiving sports like golf.  I have been lucky to avoid any obvious physical limitations as I chug my…

I remember the day distinctly, it was the mid sixties and I was standing in the girls locker room with my shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal (to anyone who might want to notice) that I was wearing my first training bra.  The gleeful shouts of my classmates echoed amongst the metallic clanking of the…

A prior post considered the cultural significance of the visible bra apparati, so I suppose that it should not be a total surprise that my mind wandered south and started to ruminate on underdrawers, and specifically consider the social messages sent by either conventional underwear, the thong or a visible crack.  This was in part prompted…

My interest in knitting starting innocently enough some 30 years ago when we were visiting Ireland.  The island was awash in American tourists whose first order of business was the purchase of a hand knit Irish sweater which was then worn throughout  the trip.  I thought a nice riff on this tradition would be to…