This spectacular floral print was passed down to me by my gaycestor Ritchie in the “great wardrobe purge” of 2017. 100% Rayon (whatever that is) its light material is perfect, paired with jean shorts, for hot summers on the West Coast.
At first, I was unsure whether I had enough gumption to pull such a loud shirt off; but as it turned out, its volume was tuned to the perfect decibel. Worn on shift serving pizza and tall beer cans, this garment suggests a ginger who knows how to have a good time, even if it does hurt the next day.
I found this spectacular "Blue Heroes" jacket by Scotch & Soda on consignment in 2019. It has helped me remain at the height of fashion - and saved me from getting hit by numerous cars at night.
It debuted here in Vancouver at the Robyn concert and was later carried on another fabulous set of shoulders to Elton John.
This classic floral print first premiered at the marriage ceremony of Claire and Mark. With CLARK as my date, the two of us strutted down the aisle with craft and precision.
Years later I got fat and a button popped off. I am not too distraught about it.
This floral print (now archived) was passed down to me by one of my fabulous gaycestors.
Passed down from one fabulous gay man to another, this restrained floral print remains a staple in my wardrobe today.
It was the spring of 2016, when I purchased this gorgeous Western shirt from Mintage on Commercial Drive. Its debut would be on a trip to Calgary to visit my Grandmother. Brokeback Mountain, if I was going to fly to Alberta, I was going to dress in style. Last month, July 2022, I snapped up each button, and flew to Calgary once again. This time for her Celebration of Life.
When I first moved to Vancouver, my sister recommended I join the WESA softball league to meet new friends and/or men to reach homebase with. Not surprisingly I was made back catcher, as the Coach knew better than I, it would be several years before I would learn how to pitch.
Casting myself initially as Geena Davis in "A League of Their Own," what I lacked in basic sporting skills, I made up for with hot pink socks and cute jean shorts. Taking one for the team, I represented "Team Fountainhead" in the 2010 Miss WESA pageant as "Gingersnap." I lost.
Ho Hey! Sweet Meryl, how much I miss my beloved chambray shirt and paper straw hat! Sadly, both clothing items did not make it.
My former hat “Kirk,” was first acquired in San Francisco and named after a kind chap who lived in the Castro. Unlike the shirt, Kirk did not survive the downpour that washed out “The Lumineers” concert at Deer Lake Park in 2016.
Years later, I continued to wear the button-up Club Monaco shirt until I got fat. At which time it suffered a fatal tear from my belly button to right love handle. I shed a single tear and then drowned my emotions in cheese toast.
In the year of ten-thousand weddings, I RSVP’d to a ceremony in Nashville, Tennessee. The night before the nuptials, I was invited to a “Southern BBQ.” The dress-code was listed as “country casual.” Well, believe it or not, due to an irrational fear of being spit roasted, I had never been to a barbecue before. I also had no clothes in my closet that could be described as “country” or “casual.”
Wrecked that I might not find an outfit, at the last minute, I found a thrift store that specialized in farm fashion. Purchasing overalls, boots, and a plaid shirt, I knew there was only one piece missing. If I stood any chance of looking like I just got off a tractor, I would need a college football cap.
As it turned out, the main event was more like “a Southern BBQ/cocktail mixer in the richest county in Tennessee.” Everyone was dressed to the nines, and I looked like Bridget Jones in a Playboy bunny outfit. I was so off the mark, they almost didn’t let me in at the front door. “But I am the MC!” I pleaded.