French Lucite Octangular Button

It is mid-week, and I am shopping at Tartine for a birthday cake for my friend. He prefers fruity desserts, so I have chosen a Passion Fruit Lime Bavarian cake. Even though it is complete overkill, I trek on down to Bi-Rite for roasted banana ice-cream; all birthdays need cake and ice-cream and lots of sparkly candles. I am wearing a worn leather jacket that I have relined in a mish-mash of tie silk remnants, blue denim 501’s, a purple and mustard hounds tooth corduroy vest with French Lucite engraved octangular buttons, a tie I’ve sewn of Liberty of London cotton, and my favorite threadbare cream cotton shirt, which I have starched to a delightful crispness. I feel dapper…as it I should be swinging an elegant hand-carved walking stick. Instead, I swing a bag with a boxed cake, as poetry from Mary Oliver glides through my mind.
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
Love what it loves.”
(By Mary Oliver)

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