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Hello, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:50am

Hello! The celebration in Houston was  lovely. I got to spend time with dear college roommates. And the party was a sort of Texas magic–outside by a pool at an old country club, attended by local friends and family and a contingent of young ones from Soho. What could have been better?

Why didn’t I wear cowboy anything? I figured it out, in retrospect. This is the Houston of the Contemporary Arts Museum and the Bayou Bend collection. A few people nodded to Cowboy, to The West, but in a beautiful and elevated style I could never hope to reach. Those familiar with my High WASP musings may remember that the worst sin is to appear to be trying. AKA heaven forfend a visible attempt.

And I was happy in pearls (hidden pearl drop earrings), a white pedicure, orange silk and cork wedge sandals as promised. I should explain; the pool was also a fountain. The sky quieted, and two people played on guitars and sang country songs. I am a lucky woman to have been thrown together with these friends at the silly age of 17, and to have stayed in touch for 51 years.

Also the dress was so floaty I never felt hot. Recommend.

Meanwhile in America, although attempts at autocracy increase, so does resultant protest and outcry, which has me feeling oddly more optimistic because at least we’re not alone. Cue Bernadette Peters.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone, no matter your skies.

 

 

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