Introduction

Thankfully we don’t walk our paths alone. I’ve undertaken the writing of this little “book” after a number of friends and aquanetences, when hearing the title, proded me to put word to computer screen. It feels selfindulgent to write a memoir. Do I really have something of value to say? Is it egotistical to think that my thoughts are of interest to others beyond a few cherished friends and family? Well I guess I don’t really give a shit. People I value have strongly suggested it and so I shall. The names of others have been changed to protect the innocent. If you are reading this, find a reference to yourself and desire to have the veil of anonimity riped away let me know. Those readers that are familar with me may find the fashion analogies rather irnoic as I’m not know as one who really cares about clothing nor their appearance. Vanity is one of the few sins I’ve yet to embrace.

None the less, when looking back at my life I find that life’s phases, choices and interests lend themselves well to being attached to the attires of the time and place. I take a certain amount of amusement that as one that doesn’t prioritize clothes I can still organize some of my life based on what I was wearing. Perhaps those addicted to clothes and appearance are onto something. They say clothes make the man, there may be more truth in that then I gave credit.