
And After Color We Want What, Or, Saturday Morning at 12:42am
Even I tire of wistful musing on the meaning of life. Instead, let’s wonder what we might wear when the weather warms. In your case
Even I tire of wistful musing on the meaning of life. Instead, let’s wonder what we might wear when the weather warms. In your case
This is how you know we’re friends. That’s my sweatshirt, those are my sweatpants, and yes, my dilapidated slippers (on sale here for 25% off). (Also a
Happy almost-New Gregorian Year! I have finished 2022 by doing as one of you suggested, i.e. buying and wearing a pair of pearl-ornamented gold leather
Two years and a couple of months ago I bought a little ice blue wristlet pouch from Hobo. Quite loved it. Good for dashing out
Contrary to what you might with reason assume, this is not a post about why my heads looks so big, nor on how I need
I’ve been out to dinner the past two nights. This feels remarkable. Here in the Bay Area, we are experiencing a few halcyon days of
I rarely get manicures. After all, I spend a fair amount of time pulling weeds and lopping branches, not good for nails. Sure, when I
So one morning I had to go to the post office or something and I put clothes on and they didn’t look terrible. This startled
Hello. In spirit of my recent clearing stuff out, both my mother’s possessions and my son’s old room to prepare a writing spot, I also
Some people like to dress up at home. Susan at Une Femme, and Sue at High Heels in the Wilderness, for example, both do it
Somewhere on the blogosphere, in a place I can no longer find, I defined luxury as when the cup of both function and beauty overflows.
Sunglasses/Tee/Jeans (similar)/Shoes/Bracelet (mine is smaller, with a white gold hamsa charm)/Existential Panic (similar) Some days in this pandemic I still wake up fragile. I hope
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