A few years back, I was at the North/Clybourn train station, it was off hours, and there was this disheveled young woman sitting on the bench, ranting to herself, and waving a cup at me. Feeling a bit charitable, I flipped 50¢ into her cup. Turns out, I just drop two quarters into an L.P.T.'s (Lincoln Park Trixie) double skinny latte.
Among the lessons learned:
- Bluetooth earpieces are getting smaller all the time.
- You don't have to be homeless to wear an afghan out in public.
I know what you're thinking: anybody wearing an afghan in public HAS to be homeless. Au contraire, mon fraire! It took a fully loaded Kate Spade bag upside my head to figure out that the crocheted, fringed square with a hole in the center was a "poncho", not an "afghan" or a "fishing net remnant".
But to tell the truth, if it's 4 foot on a side, and crocheted with yarn in a clam shell stitch, sister, you're wearing an afghan.
What's the next bit of homeless chic?
15 plastic shopping bags wrapped around your feet instead of stilettos?
To be continued ...[MelO - Thanks for the idea about doing the to be continued post, even if I'm not doing it right.]