Everything In Its Place

My sister-in-law is a personage of import and talent in the scrapbooking world.  Dapper Spouse does some work for this family business (one of several, including the previously mentioned 5 Rings Fitness), such as verifying measurements, which sometimes requires her to have the final version of whatever project is at issue. 

The device shown was apparently once known as a "folio cabinet."  Dapper District disavows knowledge of folios, cabinets, folio cabinets, cabinet folios, or cabinolio folinets, but in any event, the item has been repurposed to hold my small accessories: unhangable knit ties, business cards, watches, pocketknives, sunglasses--all of those little things too large for the cufflink holder (also shown, in black) but too small for a valet tray or too cluttery for an ordinary shelf.

The doors even seal with a magnetic closure device.  It is all quite high in production values.

Color Is Hard: Cont'd

Cream trousers and burgundy oxfords, right?  What could possibly go wrong?  Tan socks.  I didn't notice for an hour or so, after which the exceedingly faint lime green in the trousers became as glaring as the noonday sun.  Like how all women on television right now have gently curled hair all of the time.  And you can't wear green with tan like that. 

Think back to the first time a significant other showed you paint swatches.  Remember how you were irritated because the differences seemed so inconsequential?  Well, bucko, you were actually irritated because the differences were truly massive but you weren't skilled enough to really distinguish them.  It wasn't a dumb question; it was that the answer was beyond your brain's accrued powers of perception.  It's not your fault.  Male-presenting people grow up not having to learn this sort of thing.  But it's there, boy-o, and people are noticing even if you aren't.