naadam cashmere

naadam cashmere
classic style

I mentioned in my last post that I would be telling you more about the small and ethical companies I’ve recently found. Another one of those is Naadam.

One thing this blog/magazine allows me to do is nose around, ask questions, and find kindred spirits. And that, in and of itself is rewarding. If I’ll never actually sleep in a yurt and run around with cashmere goats in Mongolia, I can be glad I found Naadam cashmere and these two guys who did.

This fall I went to the Naadam store on Bleecker Street to buy a cardigan. First I bought this “grandpa” cardigan because I had been wanting one like it forever. It’s %100 cashmere and soft as a cloud. 

I don’t think this picture does the cardigan justice, but pictures seldom do. But I love the feel, the classic look, and the versatility of something simple and just plain good.

While I was at the store, I was able to stand in a cloud (see, it says “cloud”), and take myself to Mongolia virtually. Yes, this is part of the “customer experience,” that I’ve mentioned in the past. And yes, it did make me a bit dizzy, but it was fun.

Then a couple of weeks later, I received an email from Naadam showing this sweater. It’s a blend of cashmere and wool, and I feel like she does when I’m wearing it: sexy and cuddly 🙂

It’s not as cropped as it looks in the photo, but it’s not long by any means and it does allow me to do the short over long thing I like and have talked about in the past. 


If you live in a society, like our society, where everyone is supposed to be Instagram perfect at all times, then why should anyone have to apologize, ever? 

Apologizing would mean you have done something wrong, hence you failed in some way, and if that’s so, one cannot be perfect.

But there’s been an a lot of talk about the need for people to apologize lately, it seems to be a phenomenon of pop culture, this calling people out. So we’re not so perfect after all.

We’re even rating people’s apologies: this one’s apology was only half-hearted, that one’s was just plain too late, and that one’s totally insincere.  

All of this recent cogitation on my part has come about due to Rashida Tlaib, but I’ve been thinking about the power of apology for years.

So who do I think needs to apologize in this case?

While I agree that if Tlaib was a man, much less would have been made of the motherfucker comment.

I believe that what she did was distracting and unnecessary. Yes, me who defended Michelle Wolf and Robert De Niro, I think Tlaib owes us an apology. She owes her constituents, their kids, and the office of the president an apology.

Because unlike Wolf, a comedian, and De Niro, an actor, Tlaib is a real leader and role model. 

Tlaib is paid by us, we are in a way her captive audience. And just like I expect more from The POTUS, I expect more from Rashida Tlaib. 

If, she wanted to use that word wouldn’t it have been much more effective, like a friend of mine said, if she had called him on his motherfucking lies instead?

I know I will never forgive, forget, or accept his vulgarity, ignorance, and destructiveness and, in his case, we know that no apology will ever take place.

At this time in history, there’s so much we are owed apologies for: apologies by men to women, by politicians to the people they represent, by previous generations to the youth of today, by majorities to countless minorities, and by Louis C.K. to who knows how many women?

Maybe it’s time we learn to really apologize. 

Without apology, reconciliation of any kind can’t happen.  And reconciliation need not automatically mean all is forgiven. Whether in public or private life though, an apology allows people to move on.

There is another way, we can all strive to be more perfect in things that matter. What was it about Barack and Michelle Obama that so many of us loved and still love? There was a lot, but I think Michelle always boiled it down the best: “when they go low, we go high.” 


“Fast fashion is like fast food. After the sugar rush it just leaves a bad taste in your mouth.”

—Olivia Firth



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