My Tree of Ties, ripe for harvest.
As a black-letter lawyer, I am often confused and infuriated with the lack of literalness in the world. Being introduced to Texan powerblog Sea Of Shoes, in my naïveté I trawled through posts for a multitude of seconds in the hope that Jane had invested in a method of storing her footwear that at least made some token attempt to emulate a body of water. In truth, I would have been most satisfied with a Scrooge McDuck style physics-defying shoe vault into which the appropriately well-heeled could dive with a subtle splash of stilettos. Thankfully, there are fashion bloggers out there who take more seriously the descriptors they put in their URL. For instance, Cecylia.com -the greatest fashion blogger in the world - is absolutely jam packed full of Cecylia. Similarly, Lady Melbourne‘s blog contains equal parts of lady and Melbourne in every mouthful and even The Blonde Salad manages against all odds to deliver on its titular promise - if only in a single graphic. Undoubtedly, Sea Of Ghosts is also appropriately haunted with some degree of both spectral and aquatic inhabitants, but they’re probably just invisible.
The irony is not lost on me that, having complained about the misleading and deceptive conduct of many online purveyors of fashion commentary, there is vitually nothing on this blog about clothes or how to wear them. Well all that is about to change:
Ties. You wear them around your neck when you’re forced to. They grow on trees (see above).