Life is good at the sanctuary. The sun is shining, the flowers are in bloom and the luck of the Irish has fallen upon your humble scribe. Yesterday was just another day in paradise until spirits of vikings past whispered in my ear that there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It wasn't raining so I had to take my best guess as to where the lucky rainbow might be situated. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the deep breath felt very good but it soon be came apparent that deep breaths can't find rainbows for sour apples. I closed my eyes again and a glorious viking warrior winked at me, the game was on.
Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars......
was led to value village and made a beeline to the china and pottery
section with visions of moorcroft lollipops dancing in my mind. But
there was no moorcroft prize at the end of the journey, just a bunch of
old discarded knick knacks. If i was in need of some cute knick knacks,
it would have been a bonanza but I currently have cute knick knacks up the
yin-yang. So what the hell, even though I had pledged not to buy any
more levis and t-shirts, the call of denim could not be ignored.
I can say is someone up there likes me for what did I find? An old pair
of red tab levis that were made in Canada and they were just my size. I
tried them on and they fit absolutely perfect! I have a 32 inch waist
but almost all 32 inch waist jeans these days are way too big for me,
"vanity sizing". These old jeans weren't too tight and they weren't too
loose. It was like my name was goldilocks and I had stumbled upon the
perfect bed. So what does the well dressed man wear with a black levis?
Why a black t-shirt with a dog on the chest! The t-shirt could be a little smaller but what the hell, you can't fight fate.
Behold the new spring ensemble!