“women need food, water, and compliments. that’s right. and an occasional pair of shoes.” // c. rock
not to paint all those with the double X with the same wide brush, but in terms of the sartorial, girls/women/whateveryouprefertobecalled usually fall into a handful camps.
we’ve got the clothes-horse and the shoe devotee. then, there are the fringe groups, those of us for whom make-up is their kryptonite, and to others it’s always about the accessories.
i’m an accessories girl. for me, it’s about the bag or the bracelet, but more often than not, it’s about the bag AND the bracelet, (and the necklace(s), additional bracelets, and then more… bracelets). it’s been that way forever. i don’t have the closet space for the whims of a clothes-horse and the truth of the matter is, i do love a good shoe — we just have a bit of an unrequited romance, as they rarely love me back. (the drawerful of ignored pumps and sandals in my wardrobe will attest). in large part, shoes have become akin to art – i admire, but i do not touch. if it’s not a bensimon plimsoll, a flat sandal or platform wedge, we’re just not going to work. i figure, life’s too short to put my feet through that much pain, and at some point in your life, you just gotta cut out that toxic paramour, and hold on to what’s good for you.
“nature is by and large to be found out of doors, a location where, it cannot be argued, there are never enough comfortable chairs.” // f. lebowitz
to know me at all, is to knowingly accept that outdoor endeavors are not my idea of of a good time. to be clear, i love sunny days, cool breezes and taking long walks. don’t misinterpret, i’m not placing any lovelorn ads, it’s just that i prefer these things with the din of the city ringing in my ear, a coffee shop on every other corner and a bookstore to pop into while on my way to nowhere in particular.
and when the day is done, there’s not much more i like than a good sit down with a cup of tea – because well, as leonard cohen well knows – “i am an old scholar, better-looking now than when i was young. that’s what sitting on your ass does to your face.” okay, so i lack the scholarly part, but i’ll let my face recoup the rewards and keep on sitting pretty.
making a true effort to bring some kind of wonderful to you today, (despite valiantly ignoring the fact that my sinuses have made me bug-eyed and cloudy of brain), the gray and rain have made it impossible to deny the fact that i want/need spring to arrive.
i don’t care for the ensuing heat, but it’s the weight of layers, the time it takes to get out the door; i miss the efficiency that spring brings. (let’s also not forget that a 3-year old usually comes included with the grown-up set, so we’re talking double the layers, double the trouble.)
if the day’s disposition had been a mite sunnier, i’m not sure if this wish would’ve sprung up itself, but as of right now, i’m hoping february 2nd’s shadow proves itself to be true, and spring comes… soon.
→ source : oh, such a gorgeous blue: zucca silk jacquard top via lagarçonne
→ source : AG stevie polka dot jeans, hard to find, worth the effort via anthropologie
→ source : the (perfect) coat via hatch, you don’t need to be up the duff to wear it, but it’ll keep that belly warm should you be.