a real dapper fella from my past was in town from chicago this week.
jason lived down the street from us growing up and was friends with my sister robyn. he was the very first person i had ever seen dye their hair black, and i thought he had to be the coolest/edgiest person i'd ever laid eyes on.
not much has changed, aside from the hair color. jason is a handbag designer, contributor for apartment therapy, avid bow tie wearer, the sweetest spirit you'll ever meet, and still just as cool as i remembered him to be.
we all went out for lunch at the 2nd street market to catch up and tell funny stories over spring rolls and lemonade. then we sealed our new found friendship with whoopie pies.
between this and reconnecting with these gals, i'm sitting here amazed at how time can pass and memories can be few and faded...but that our souls are all laced up by the same small stretch of road that tethers us back together again.
and that's something to celebrate...