Metallic parkas. Glimmering jackets. Safari coats. Chunky knitwear. Lay me on the ground. Fly me in the sky. Heaven let your light shine down.

A glimmer of light from every apocalyptic storm. Earth tones, asymmetrical cuts and flowing silhouettes. Don’t bust your knee cap.

Canary yellow lemon watch big bird yellow top. Geranium kisser, skin like silk and face like glass. Touch the green, green grass of home.

Somebody said get a life and so they did. I think it’s the vast Grand Canyon! Taking off in a 1966 Thunderbird. The Young Guns.

You ever been in a chickie-run? Yeah, that’s all I ever do. Once you been up there you know you’ve been someplace. The Young Guns.

Patchwork orange. Tuggin’ on my zipper. Fabric textures and blends. It’s off the chain. We are warriors afterall. Come out and play.