Not-So-Little Black Dress And A Red Lip, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:57am

During the pandemic, while everyone else was making beautiful sourdough loaves, I invested in feathers.

So to speak. Does anyone remember, not saying you should, that I bought this dress? Perhaps I never told you. On deep sale, from an unknown designer in New York City, it required alterations–duly implemented–and never made it out of my closet.

Global pandemic, what can I say?

But my daughter’s wedding has given me a real desire to Gussy Up and Go Out. So for Christmas my present will be dinners at restaurants as fancy as the SF Bay Area allows, which is to say, not very but celebratory and free from “performance” hoodies. Performance in this case meaning both a moisture-wicking fabric and the I Am So Powerful And Brilliant Also Rich I Don’t Have To Care look our tech industry sadly invented.

This morning I practiced Style for trip later this month to Boulevard in SF. Goals:

1. make sure I didn’t feel funereal. I didn’t.
2. see if I was psychologically ready for a bright lip. I was.
3. figure out which jewelry would suit. I did.

The somewhat slapped-together results?

You can’t see my left arm, but I’m wearing this:

And a makeup closeup below. Eyebrows darkened as much as I can tolerate without startling at my reflection, and red lips. You can see from the photo–makeup is serious business. What you can’t see, because the light at this angle wouldn’t cooperate, is the long feathers attached to my hip by a black beaded ornament. While I needed the bracelet and vivid coloring to liven up the part of me not in the dress, so as to show up along with my clothing, in keeping with the Do Not Try Too hard maxim I wanted minimal earrings. Little pearl drops reporting for duty, ma’am.

Now to think about what I might eat. There’s plenty of room at this waist.

Have a good weekend everyone. I haven’t forgotten what’s going on out there. Except the runup to the afore-mentioned wedding I have bought no new clothing and have no plans for any in the upcoming 3-6 months. What I might have spent on new clothes now goes monthly to Democratic candidates via a site where Charles Gaba has created what we might call “donation baskets.” I know Charles via social media, and he’s an exceptionally dedicated and nice person. 11/10.

We can’t do it all. We can do what we can do , and let our imaginations run a little wild at the same time.