I used to have his blog in my Reader. Then, in one of my routine purges, I unsubscribed, on the logic that my limited blog-reading time should be spent on those reading mine. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
No, I wasn’t jealous that his stories slide together without any of the awkward adhesive mine seem to need. Of course, I was no at all envious of his wit that never advertises itself as funny. It was not even remotely difficult for me to read writing so clearly superior to mine. I’m just that big of a person.
Then, he had to go and get himself on NPR. I am not kidding you. I was driving back from dropping off the boys, and an essay came on. I missed the name at the start, but by the time I got to my driveway, I was so riveted that I let Lilah fuss in the backseat till it was over.
Yes, people, it was he. He had an essay on N-fucking-PR.
The essay was about Recession Wear. You can read all about it on his blog, where he describes it much more entertainingly than I do, but the gist of it is that he has been buying adult clothes as the Salvation Army and then using the fabric to sew dresses for his little girl.
Yeah. Just to clarify, he’s a stay-at-home-dad who in his spare time records essays on NPR and sews clothes for his kid. And you wonder why I would stop reading his blog.
Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment. I, too, have begun to switch over to buying used clothes whenever possible. It started as an environmental move. Around the corner from our house is a children’s used clothing store. We walk there, select four pairs of pants for under $20, and walk home. There is absolutely no cost to the planet, other than the price tags on the clothing, because I bring a canvas bag for my purchases. I save money, I do not use any gas, no new crap gets produced for us, and, best of all, the clothes come already sewn.
A few blocks in the other direction (thus confirming that pretty much anything one might need is a walk from my house) is a branch of the cleverly named Out of the Closet, a chain of L.A. thrift shops that raise money for AIDS charities. I suppose I could start refurbishing adult clothes that I find there into kids’ frocks, but then I’d need both a sewing machine and the ability to sew. No, I go there for my clothes. Again, cheap, no environmental cost, and it raises money for charity.
So, we’ve got our own version of Recession Wear around here, although I’ll admit it doesn’t look as good as the stuff on Mike’s daughter, nor is NPR likely to come calling anytime soon.
I just wish his blog weren’t so damned good. I think I am going to have to add it back into my Reader.