kale, turquoise cowboy boot eulogy, and my thoughts on going vegan
so.
i'm trying to avoid the delectable "tendency to write with the audience in mind" . amplify " my unique voice". however, whenever you attempt to avoid, you end up knee deep in the same muck.
mom and i discovered Arcade Mall in pursuit of a cobbler. we had met my sister for her lunch break at M Cafe (a division of Miyo's). I had scouted out cobblers in the columbia area, one being 1332 Main, the address of the old Arcade Mall. sequestered from the slow as molasses pace of downtown, once inside we noticed how time seemed untouched. an antique man with glasses hanging halfway down his nose didn't even say hello or give the salutotary nod, he simply saw my shoes and with the patience and solemnity of a hearse said "30 minutes". A half hour later, there was not much to witness except a goopy gue like caramel where the seam of the sole and the toe of my boots met. He looked up from his glasses and shook his head. Not a lot I could do for them. You might have them for a little while, then it's time to retire 'em.
Veganism is living up to its categorization as a lifestyle. the death and burial of my leather boots seems regrettful but timely.
Kale for dinner tonight. Whitney leaves on Saturday.
i'm trying to avoid the delectable "tendency to write with the audience in mind" . amplify " my unique voice". however, whenever you attempt to avoid, you end up knee deep in the same muck.
mom and i discovered Arcade Mall in pursuit of a cobbler. we had met my sister for her lunch break at M Cafe (a division of Miyo's). I had scouted out cobblers in the columbia area, one being 1332 Main, the address of the old Arcade Mall. sequestered from the slow as molasses pace of downtown, once inside we noticed how time seemed untouched. an antique man with glasses hanging halfway down his nose didn't even say hello or give the salutotary nod, he simply saw my shoes and with the patience and solemnity of a hearse said "30 minutes". A half hour later, there was not much to witness except a goopy gue like caramel where the seam of the sole and the toe of my boots met. He looked up from his glasses and shook his head. Not a lot I could do for them. You might have them for a little while, then it's time to retire 'em.
Veganism is living up to its categorization as a lifestyle. the death and burial of my leather boots seems regrettful but timely.
Kale for dinner tonight. Whitney leaves on Saturday.