Before we get into the nitty gritty business of fashion icons, I want to relate a very disconcerting story.
I just caught my cat (Mirko, the boy one_ trying to smuggle a dead mouse in from the porch (in his mouth). So I grabbed him and carried him back out- but somehow between getting him from the kitchen to the porch he dropped the mouse. And now neither of us can find it. He’s looking a shard as I am. In fact, as I’m typing this he’s still wandering around somewhat bereft.
I can’t imagine that being a situation Grace Kelly ever had to deal with.
Call them my sartorial inspiration, if you like.
The fact is, every period of my life and ‘stage of my style identity’ has had a different mascot connected to it.
Some more embarrassing than others. Continue reading “A Chronology of My Style Crushes”
Alternative title: Picture Books to Raise a Child Like Me
When I was a young girl my bookshelf was an open night table with one shelf. It was painted a very Goodnight Moon-lurid red brown and it’s now used to house some of Mom’s textiles in the nursery-turned-‘sewing room’.
You know, I never really realized until now that I had a nursery. I moved out of a smaller bedroom into the room I’m currently in now because I was getting to big for the first one. I think that makes it a nursery? How weird.
I remember the books I liked best very well. Partly because I only recently managed to let go of them and partly because I’ve rebought some of my old favorites. Because you never know when you’re going to up and have a baby, and you never know when said baby will demand reading material. Continue reading “My Kindergarten Bookshelf”
I guess I didn’t need to stress so hard yesterday about paying my dues with a ‘book-related’ post. But I did enjoy revisiting all of the historical fiction I used to read.
Today’s post is kind of random, very vaguely book-adjacent (or more specifically, book-inspired). There was a line in Balzac’s Cousin Bette that really made me think and reflect on some of my friendships. I’m not going to bother to find it because I know Iw on’t be able to unless I reread the 300-something pages I’ve gotten through so far.
In the novel, there is a friendship between two women, the titular Cousin Bette and a courtesan named Valerie. The line I was struck by described Cousin Bette as attending an intimate dinner being given by Valerie so as to say all the kind and admiring things about Valerie that Valerie couldn’t say about herself. So it’s the 19th century and Cousin Bette is essentially acting as a wingman. The situation echoed so many in my own experience, when I’ve done similar things for my own friends (without really consciously deciding to) and when I’ve noticed them doing the same for (often in spite of not approving of the guy I’ve been interested in). Some things never change. Continue reading “Some Thoughts About Female Friendship, Courtesy of Balzac”
I hinted in my last post about having some very BIG IMPORTANT EXCITING news to reveal and that’s true- to an extent. In that it’s much BIGGER MORE IMPORTANT MORE EXCITING news if you’re me.
And that is that I’ve been accepted into IFF-ISIPCA’s 3-year MSc program in Scent Design and Creation. Starting in late September I’ll be studying fragrance in Versailles, France. Continue reading “My Big News”
I think I can say for sure that I’m getting over my illness- I was well enough to go into Boston yesterday (‘well enough’ in that my desperation for ice cream outweighed my physical weakness) and, in spite of the aches and temperature fluctuations of a sick sleep, I’m feeling pretty good.
Which is excellent because I’m taking a short trip this weekend, and won’t be around to update the blog for a few days.
Now, to the post at hand:
I hope I’m not overstepping my boundaries in telling a story that isn’t originally mine, but rather Mom’s. I think it’s so universal-
When she was a little girl Memom and Pop Pop gave her a certain amount of money with which to buy back-to-school clothes. At the shop, she fell in love with a little white top, but if she bought it she wouldn’t have really had enough funds left to make any other purchases. She didn’t get it, but she still remembers it, rather than any of the things she did buy.
She remembers is pretty acutely, and I think that, regardless of whether she made the “right” decision or not, she does kind of regret it. Continue reading “Non-Buyer’s Remorse”
Happy Father’s Day to all of the dad, dads-to-be, grandfathers, role models, and other guardian-types of the masculine persuasion!
And a very much more specific bucket o’ love to my own cher papa.
There was a change of plans and we went to VO2, a vegan cafe attached to a yoga studio in Cambridge. I know, right?
But it was delicious (I got the North End (minus the olive tapenade)). Continue reading “Who’s Your Daddy?”
I talk about wellness way too frequently. It’s getting to be one of my favorite topics, along with the inexhaustible lists of books and movies. Partly it’s me (what kind of millennial yoga-loving anorexia-surviving introspective vegan would I be if I didn’t?) and part of it is the current craze for wellness, mindfulness, and all of the associated paraphernalia (rose quartz lamps).
Interrupting this broadcast: I HEAR THUNDER THANK GOD FINALLY
I have ambivalent feeling about the current cultural boom being experienced by wellness. On the positive side, it’s helped me find more people who share my interests and brought my niche interests to a much wider audience. Yay! An opportunity for new friends with new shared interests!
Additionally, as society and the market adapts to appeal more to this current cultural climate, it also suits me better. There are increased vegan dining options, more articles around that I find compelling…. more things are available that resonate with my lifestyle and mindset. Continue reading “Wellness on a $0 Budget”