Need
Care. Child Care. Extended Care. Careful. Caregiver. Skincare. Healthcare. Tender, Loving Care.
Big Decision
Shoes. I am preparing to search for leopard pumps, pointy toes, highish heels, calf hair uppers, leather sole. The shoe that will go with everything by virtue of matching nothing. The red tartan dress. Go. Jeans, a graphic tee topped with a cashmere cardi and pearls. Match. Pencil skirt and Brooks Brothers oxford shirt - any color. Perfection. Work. Yes. Play. Of course. Air Travel. Oh, heavens! Summer in Arizona? Screech! Perhaps not. But, do think of them with a white mini and a navy sleeveless shell and a new Louis Vuitton Speedy 35 in damier canvas. Holy Crap.
what to wear
While I am in AZ next week. Can I possibly wear separates to Mastro's Ocean Club? OR, do I need a new dress?
Progress I Made Tuesday
I looked at vintage patterns online, I looked online for fabric, to no avail. Have you ever noticed that most everyone uses the words 'available' and 'availability', but no one really says 'avail'? Curious. I've made the decision to abandon, no, set aside, my summer sewing projects and sally forth on my fall/winter pieces. If I don't, I fear I'll be doing the 'set-aside' on those instead come February or March and then will have spent two seasons, a whole year, not wearing what I've designed for myself. The notions and fabrics are chosen, and I believe that the patterns are close enough to fitting so that no muslins will need to be made for these next three projects.
Of course, one needs no muslin -- it just still needs to fit! My abandoned watch plaid frock featuring a full skirt, long sleeves and an interesting modified boat neck with a slit in the front. This neckline was a dog to match plaid on and it remains to be seen how I did on the skirt with my cavalier casual approach to plaid matching there compared to my insane treatement of the bodice.
Next, a deep navy sueded twill tunic with 3/4 length fullish sleeves caught with an elastic cuff -- I want to replace that with a tie, I think. Perhaps a leather .... thong ..... if you will. The neckline is once again simple and collarless and slit at the center front. This time trimmed by an applied and topstitched overlay which seems to be cut in a western style. Regardless of description, the whole thing lends itself to the accompaniment of my Frye boots, which is exactly what is expected of this garment. High Five deep navy sueded twill tunic! With deep navy tights. And a [new] LV speedy, a 30 in damier canvas, I believe. Set to become my newest child in 9 short days!
Red tartan sleeveless shift with a twist -- a red ribbon belt securing a slightly blousoned bodice. I know 'blouson' and 'shift' don't necessarily describe the same dress but, really, here it fits. Of course, to be worn with either bare legs and peep-toe pumps (red ones are yet to be mine), or tights and standard pumps.......but that seems heavy. The search for the proper red shoe is ON. I think an edgy twist with regard to jacket, accessories and jewelry is in order. Still considering. Girly sandals, diamond earrings and sorority girl pearls just seems too de rigueur, too predictable, too 'I'm 50 and I do what's expected of me'. Just saying.
There you have it. For now.
Of course, one needs no muslin -- it just still needs to fit! My abandoned watch plaid frock featuring a full skirt, long sleeves and an interesting modified boat neck with a slit in the front. This neckline was a dog to match plaid on and it remains to be seen how I did on the skirt with my cavalier casual approach to plaid matching there compared to my insane treatement of the bodice.
Next, a deep navy sueded twill tunic with 3/4 length fullish sleeves caught with an elastic cuff -- I want to replace that with a tie, I think. Perhaps a leather .... thong ..... if you will. The neckline is once again simple and collarless and slit at the center front. This time trimmed by an applied and topstitched overlay which seems to be cut in a western style. Regardless of description, the whole thing lends itself to the accompaniment of my Frye boots, which is exactly what is expected of this garment. High Five deep navy sueded twill tunic! With deep navy tights. And a [new] LV speedy, a 30 in damier canvas, I believe. Set to become my newest child in 9 short days!
Red tartan sleeveless shift with a twist -- a red ribbon belt securing a slightly blousoned bodice. I know 'blouson' and 'shift' don't necessarily describe the same dress but, really, here it fits. Of course, to be worn with either bare legs and peep-toe pumps (red ones are yet to be mine), or tights and standard pumps.......but that seems heavy. The search for the proper red shoe is ON. I think an edgy twist with regard to jacket, accessories and jewelry is in order. Still considering. Girly sandals, diamond earrings and sorority girl pearls just seems too de rigueur, too predictable, too 'I'm 50 and I do what's expected of me'. Just saying.
There you have it. For now.
Picture or Photograph
I always prefer 'photograph' to 'picture'. I don't prefer this photograph, necessarily, but I do want to remember to discuss the day depicted here very soon. Seeing this photo will remind me!
Guilt
Why do I feel like I have to feel guilty if it's 10:17 am on a Saturday and I'm sitting in my jammies surfing the internet and drinking coffee. There's no laundry in, no tub cleaner activating, no dishwasher doing it's part to help while I blog and surf....nothing to asuage my guilt even a tiny bit. :( I feel bad. I have quite the todo list.......my steno pad runneth over. Perhaps I should write 'learn to let go of guilt' on my list and see what happens when I pursue and acheive that.
Seriously,
what is it? My skin looks great again today! I hope it's not the cleanser I'm almost out of from the company I swore off due to poor customer service. Could it be the water I've been drinking? I've been drinking it. Could it be my more intentional, and thus increased intake of protien? Avacado? Cherries? Citrus? That I've NOT been taking Vitamin C (ran out)?
Mystery
Is it sleep? Is it a winning combination of cosmetics? Is it weather related? Is it a relaxed, happy mood vs. stress? Was it the sweating out of salt and impurities from running on the hot days over the past weekend? Nutrition, seasonal, determination? Whatever the reason, I like it and I want it repeated. Repeatedly. My skin looked fantastic yesterday! I'm hoping for another good skin day today.........remains to be seen but all indicators are positive.
Style
I resemble a camp counselor who needs to look decent for the Sunday Morning Ecumenical Worship Service today. I have a half-assed updo which I have decorated with a silk scarf / headband. Sunday service with pool hair.
That being said.......
I'm ready to love this day. Yesterday was an A day. So far, this day needs to be graded on a curve to compete but, I'm hoping that I'lll ace the rest of the tests and bring it up. I put on a navy skirt by mistake with my black shoes and accessories. It could be worse. I could have forgotten fragrance, deodorant, my lunch, my phone, or my gym shoes. I could have worn something that would absolutely ruin my day. Last week, I made a bad choice. Consequently, that calamity also involved navy colored pieces. Hmmm, I wasn't aware that it was time to renew my license to wear navy. And, it looks like I'll have to take the road test if I get one more citation.
Announcements
Teachers: Stop announcing the fact that you have your 'summers off' on Facebook and enjoy summer. We all know you're off.
Rearranging
I hopped out of bed today eager to rearrange my furniture. Living/Dining room/Extra What the heck is that Space for space. Not the bedroom -- it's great....just need a lamp in a different place -- to add an additional one or move one hasn't been determined yet. Only that I can't see into my jewelry box. The balcony is great, no need to rearrange that! Except for that huge cardboard box in the corner. Sorry about that.
Looks like it could be gloomy today. That's o.k. I will cross 'wash car' off my to-do list. That leaves, gas station, change sheets, laundry (delicates -- so visit mom), contact Chris, contact Dad, think for 5-10 minutes about what I want to wear to work this week, food prep for the week, bake?, come up with a strategy for my hair appointments that will jive with my travel schedule for the balance of 2010 (seriously), and say 'yes' to something that will preclude the completion of most of these tasks. I will also be loving and missing Joe. Of course.
Tomorrow, I've got to call my doctor. I'm out of sorts.
Looks like it could be gloomy today. That's o.k. I will cross 'wash car' off my to-do list. That leaves, gas station, change sheets, laundry (delicates -- so visit mom), contact Chris, contact Dad, think for 5-10 minutes about what I want to wear to work this week, food prep for the week, bake?, come up with a strategy for my hair appointments that will jive with my travel schedule for the balance of 2010 (seriously), and say 'yes' to something that will preclude the completion of most of these tasks. I will also be loving and missing Joe. Of course.
Tomorrow, I've got to call my doctor. I'm out of sorts.
What I Noticed Today
The glass bottles I use to make my tea in are one year old. I think about candy an inordinate amount of time each day. I get warm every day around 3pm. What? It grew dark around me tonight. The nest! My ipod is broken. I think. My phone and my DVR will be replaced in the coming week. JCrew's fall preview......Oh, Happiness! Edie Beale goes to summer camp, indeed! Thank you Carrie, Maria, Jane, Dani, Courtney, and GuyWhoHonkedandWavedatmeonBenButterworthParkwayThisMorning.
Decidedly
Today, I'm all for:
Using up errant face products on my hands and feet
Getting to the pool ASAP even if my DVR doesn't get swapped out until ... another time
Turkey burgers, servings of protien prepared Tuesday night to use throughout the week
Coffee
Text Messaging
Sharp pencils
My pencil sharpener
Hope
My balcony, and that the the wicker loveseat on it is beyond comfortable
Using up errant face products on my hands and feet
Getting to the pool ASAP even if my DVR doesn't get swapped out until ... another time
Turkey burgers, servings of protien prepared Tuesday night to use throughout the week
Coffee
Text Messaging
Sharp pencils
My pencil sharpener
Hope
My balcony, and that the the wicker loveseat on it is beyond comfortable
Ok, so, the cure?
For my melancholy mood this morning, the cure was cartwheels, weightlifting, iced water, sharing candy, and discussing hair, clothes and boys with my girlfriends. The cure was fun.
three things at once
I'm watching Julie and Julia; technically, it could be said that it's watching me. But its one of those movies that you're able to call on to keep you company, nice, interesting, educational company, while you do other things. Things like blogging and cooking. I'm also making turkey burgers and boiling potatos for the days ahead.
40 hours
40 hours is quite a great portion of each week to spend sharing a bathroom and having to powder your nose, sip on some coffee, blow your nose, or eat a cookie with constant onlookers. Privacy = Dignity. I have NONE.
B-R-E-A-T-H-E
The weekend I breathed. Deeply. Methodically. Joyfully.
I camped out on the white wicker love seat on my sun dappled balcony. When I fell asleep reading, I slept until I woke up and began that paragraph again. I went to bed early one night, got up early, ran on the river parkway instead of through the neighborhood, got coffee at Starbucks, went to a new grocery store, bought produce, produce, and more produce.
I took flowers the color of face powder to my mom. I forgot all about buying candy. I laid in the sunshine. I enjoyed iced water, iced tea, iced Diet Coke, and a glass of pinot grigio.
I made two fruit smoothies, did two chores, ran two errands, read two books, took two bubble baths, went two days without wearing makeup, and made two decisions. One was to act on each of the two revelations I had.
I laughed, cried, smiled, wondered, cared, and relaxed. It felt good to breathe.
I camped out on the white wicker love seat on my sun dappled balcony. When I fell asleep reading, I slept until I woke up and began that paragraph again. I went to bed early one night, got up early, ran on the river parkway instead of through the neighborhood, got coffee at Starbucks, went to a new grocery store, bought produce, produce, and more produce.
I took flowers the color of face powder to my mom. I forgot all about buying candy. I laid in the sunshine. I enjoyed iced water, iced tea, iced Diet Coke, and a glass of pinot grigio.
I made two fruit smoothies, did two chores, ran two errands, read two books, took two bubble baths, went two days without wearing makeup, and made two decisions. One was to act on each of the two revelations I had.
I laughed, cried, smiled, wondered, cared, and relaxed. It felt good to breathe.
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