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SORTING IT ALL OUT

3/24/2018

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Sorting It All Out
A Faction (Fashion+Fiction) Episode Featuring Fashion Attorney Mariessa Terrell

In an effort to reduce the height of the mail tower that accumulates, as if by magic to the left of my front door, I decided to dedicate Friday between 12 and 2 am to sorting, shredding and filing.  I’m up anyway pacing and strategizing on ways to infuse social justice into fashion law so it seems somehow fitting.  Of course it’s still dark - but the lilluminated oversized “M” hanging proudly above my bed - bright, but not too bright, helps to lend a bit of party to an otherwise somber pre-dawn chore.

I’m dangerous, wielding an actual gold knife, part of an 8 piece Versace cutlery set gifted by my BFF, Simone Butterfly, Christmas 2015.

The knife, too beautiful for eating re-heated sides from DC’s finest carryouts makes the perfect gilded letter opener.  The first envelope I slash bears a return address from Lori.  Apparently she will buy Brookland homes for cash.  “If had a nickel for every simulated letter- from a phantom homebuyer, I would not need to refinance,” I say a little too cynically to Paris Hilton Marie who is busy preening in front of the mirrored lingerie cabinet. 

After about 20 minutes of ploughing through the pile, I begin to feel exasperated.  My English breakfast tea was cold and the CLE that I was streaming on trademark licensing had ended.

I grabbed the last stack of mail intending to toss it into a box labeled “Someday is not a day of the week;" when to my amazement, the pile leaped out of my hand, scattering in a 180 degree radius just beyond the foot of my bed.  

It’s 1 am now and the black tea has been replaced with coconut vodka from a black leather flask stashed next to the Armani Prive.  That is when I saw it- a jubilant photo postcard of a magical stallion draped in daisies who refused to be bridled.  I picked up the note and immediately laugh out loud.

Yoo Hoo Darling!
What ever you are doing right now…. S-T-O-P!  I am sending you a plane ticket to Napa. Par Quoi? Because I’m celebrating what is left of summer and you need to sleep.   Don't worry I won't mail the tickets.  We both know that you will never find them in that mail tower near your front door. 
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Call me, 
SIMONE BUTTERFLY ​
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