Jimi never met a piece of silk with which he didn't fall in love. Though he adored silk, his favorite, he cherished fine wool, mercerized cotton, synthetic blends, and anything with lace. Unlike most men, who wouldn't step within two feet of lace, Jimi embraced the frizzy, shiny, and feminine quality his lace shirts exuded. The dazzle didn't bother Jimi. He would have asked his mama for Pampers with lace if he had been able to talk. Yewande Hussein worried about her son, Jimi, ...