I just adore the "sleeves" on the grey dress...everything about the grey dress, actually. And whatever happened to wearing gloves? I wish they would come back in fashion - they make every look more elegant.
I've been doing a lot of laundry and not much blogging as of late. A lot of cleaning in general really. And still there are things to be done. Maybe it's because I don't have a pink washing machine. :) What a treat that would be? I might, too, cross a rolicking stream to get to it...in heels no less!
Really, this is more Socialite Saturday than Style Saturday, though I admittedly cannot get enough pink. Particularly satin and with pearls, no less. For those who are curious as to exactly which socialite from days gone by, this is...I'm not sure. That is, I don't remember. But, she is so beautiful!
2010 was a great year, but I think 2011 will be even better! Granted, I'm an optimist, but I have quite the feelin' in my bones. A feeling that the sun will rise and set, just as God intended, and throughout my days I will give thanks. Here's a toast to twenty-eleven. A year that sounds like change, due back to us...after handing money over to someone else.
I remember the first time I saw a thing built into a wall rather than a piece of furniture up against one. It was love at first site! Drawers, built into the bones of the house - the upstairs room of a Victorian home. You know the kind of room with slanted sides that caters to childish heights and "NO GROWN-UPS ALLOWED!" It was that kind of a room, with magical windows and musty wallpaper spiked with thornless flowers. It was Annette's room and I envied her private nest. Netsy Wetsy Can of Pepsi. Nesty, nesty. Her mother was the school P.E. teacher and her father...well, I don't remember what he did for a living, but he was very interested in our school assignments and enjoyed doing them himself more than helping us along our way. I remember telling my mom on him for fear I get busted later on when I knew I couldn't talk myself out of it. I knew he did a much better job than two 10 year old girls ever could. Someone would know. I might have confessed my anxiety to my teacher at some point after the project was graded and over with. But my memory is fuzzy on that point.
Back to the drawers. The dresser with disguised volume. It stuck with me so much that to this day, whenever I came across places to live with built-ins (usually bookshelves) I gravitated toward them with fierce self-possession. I need those coves, those hollowed out spaces that cannot be removed for all the impermanence that home has been for me. They are deliberate. To replace them; to shift their space in this world requires real work of sweat, boards and plaster. Commited.
I really love health food, and probably eat more whole foods than anyone I know personally. That being the case, travelling always brings more mainstream foods to my mouth and then, of course, my stomach which in turn makes my body feel just a bit out of wack. The first thing I think about about...the thing I most look forward to when returning home from vacation is getting into my kitchen and whipping up a veggie-laden soup. (That's almost true...the thing actually on the tip top of my list is returning to my cuddly fur babies, but that's a given!) I luxuriate with my cutting board and soup pot and really go to town. And you know what? It makes me feel like a million bucks again. A kale/sweet potato/carrots/kombu/miso-filled million dollar woman! And Numbers Man ordered pizza (not that I wasn't willing to make him dinner, he just wanted pizza...I swear).