damn you stockdale! i’m home alone at three eh em intermittently wandering the internet for anything interesting. conversations had with you recently are floating through my brain prompting me to look into the idea of the pinstripe corset. drat you and yours. there’s many and many of them, all desirable and unattainable. sleek, svelte skins of the body, gloves to the form. olive and lavender, blood red and creamy plum. no black charcoal with aubergine, not yet, though it must be in this world of fashion pages and on-line shopping. i am sure.