OK, so I thought long and hard about your comments yesterday. Though I hate to admit it, I did start to see that the Western shirt -- wh...

Readers, I fear I am trying your patience.  We've been talking about cranberry corduroy for, what, a week now?  Why does it feel li...

Friends, it's cut.  Not the lining, not the interfacing, just the cranberry corduroy.  (Yes, that is a Laugh-In wastepaper basket.) ...

It took most of the day, but I got the pants finished.  Not hemmed yet, but otherwise completed.  (I'll throw them in the wash later a...

Good morning, sticker-outers , blender-inners , and assorted unlabelables, and sorry about those sweat stains; it was hot here yesterday. ...

Friends, I can't talk about corduroy pants today, I need a break.  Rest assured everything's progressing fine. But my cranberry c...

Hello, friends!  Sleep well?   Much to cover so let's get started.

Can this be done?  I think so.  Anyway, I'm going to try.

As if yesterday's topic of the imminent dreaded event you-know-where weren't emotional enough, the question of whether or not to ...

As we say in sunny Salamanca, Estoy en crisis.  What do I wear to my 30th high school reunion the evening of October 2nd, one week from Sa...

Giddyap , the shirt is done and sorry about the state of the sofa.

Glad that's over with. See you all on the morrow, friends!

Good morning, Mamie Van Doren fans and others! Yesterday an anonymous commenter asked a very good question, one that many of you may ha...

Friends, I have a soft spot for Western shirts.  I don't know why.  It's not like I look so great in them and it's a slippery s...

Gentle readers, do you look your age?