Watch Me, Watch Me

I’m still a little bit upset that I can’t Whip and Nae Nae with the elegance and flair of your friendly neighborhood 8-year old, but that’s not what this post is about.

The last couple weeks I’ve felt at a loss. It happens at a very specific moment near the end of my getting dressed routine. The moment when that top, bottom, and shoe combo feels a lot like solid choices met good taste and had a baby. Unfortunately that baby’s name is accessories and I definitely don’t have enough. This seems like something a guy like me should have …

October 28, 2015 0