drunk j.crew. um, j.crew drunk. um, some water would be nice.

Hey, the best thing happened this morning!

I was directed to check out this Tumblr, and I can drive a vehicle that moves on treads not tires more easily than I can operate Tumblr, so - here's where you need to go.


You'll thank me. And I thank Jen.

It explains soooo much.

fashion forecast: winter 2014, spring 2015

Early fall's overdose of gray, light gray, medium gray,
 dark gray, charcoal gray, marled gray and 
related and coordinating tones, now admits
 a pop of another color: taupe.
 Here we see some relaxed silhouettes, 
highlighting the drapey, flowy, not-too-tailored,
 indeed effortless, effects of the interplay
 of dark taupe, light taupe, marled taupe, and umber.


Wraps, scarves and headgear continue 
the color story of gentle neutrals, saved
from utter dreariness by interesting mixes of texture.

Runway looks featured undone hair,
messy hair, straggly hair
and exaggerated contouring.

the past is just around the corner

I have now watched all of the episodes of The Roosevelts.  And no, I'm not going to reflect on war, poverty, child labor, discrimination... Well, actually, I reflect (obsess) on one or more of those topics much of the time, but this isn't the forum for sharing my little and probably unoriginal thoughts on global problems.  Let us proceed to the individual and the personal, where I can comment as expansively or as pettily as I wish.

Even in his own time, Franklin had the reputation of being a "cad," which is the description then accorded a guy who was a rat with women. As more and more years go by, and more and more material is made public, I expect more and more details of his caddishness to emerge. Things like that just do. Eleanor, whose reputation was that of a good person or an interfering do-gooder (depending on how you voted and how you lived), had "special friendships," which were gossiped about, but it seems that even her detractors didn't seriously object to her having "special friends." And good for her!


Everything sped up as we careened past the end of one century and started rocketing towards the middle of the age of unbounded media, so I fully expect to live to see a spate of books and articles in which young women with minor careers and smug smiles trumpet their sexual triumphs with any number of more recent politicians, heads of foundations and other public figures. I'm sad for their children and grandchildren. I read an interview with a woman who worked in the JFK White House in which she seemed to think that what she was doing was serving her country. Who would have expected some of these people to brag about their exploits and get them published?

Anyway, I have now watched all seven episodes, and have decided that History Lite has its place after all. It's a good way to introduce the History Began With Moi generation to the concept of The Past.

On a more cheerful note:  Sagamore Hill is a great place - to go inside you need a reservation, and these can be difficult to arrange, especially during school field trip season. I went there on a school field trip, and again on a family trip, and I recommend it.

If you come to New York City and can't arrange to get out on Long Island to Sagamore Hill, the famous double Roosevelt House at 47-49 East 65th Street that Sara built for Franklin and Eleanor and her Own Royal Self is right around the corner from the J.Crew Collection Store on Madison Avenue at the corner of East 66th Street. The house still stands, although the inside has seen much modification.


I'm serious - when we travel,  Himself makes a list of restaurant destinations and I make lists of the historic and cultural destinations on the way to or from, or in the same towns as, the restaurants. I see no reason why this approach should not be useful for shopping. Or, conversely, for choosing which historic sites to visit.

The Roosevelts - not just a costume drama

We've had one or two chilly evenings, and I've spent them watching The Roosevelts. The more eclectic of my brain cells have focussed on the clothes and hats and shoes, how they changed, and how, as in the case of FDR's mother, they, well, didn't.  I also studied the early photographs of young Eleanor. Although not conventionally pretty by the standards of her time - no fine-featured blonde was she! - her heavy eyes and full mouth reminded me of Sophia Loren's in her early years.




















It's been easy to work up happy enthusiasm for TR, outraged sympathy for Eleanor, and as for FDR, well, one of my uncles had had infantile paralysis as a baby, as an infant, that is, he never walked. The depiction of FDR's brace, crutches, his nightmares, his perseverance, resonated with me, in my head I heard Pop's tales of how his baby brother kept trying to crawl... I thought of the cheerful, intrepid man my uncle became, and of the impact the terrible disease had had on the entire family. If I sneezed at night, my dad would be right at the door: Are you OK? Did you sneeze? and then, in a careful, deliberately casual voice, Does your neck hurt?

the terrors that creep by night, the arrows that fly by day,
the pestilence that stalks in darkness, the plague that wastes at noontime..

I think also of my grandmother's desperate courage, massaging, stretching, tempting the toddler forward with fruit and candy, insisting on the private use of a public swimming pool, and of my grandfather's insistence on "no tears".

No tears.

My generation - every one of us cousins had the vaccine. And dancing lessons.








am I being pursued?

I thought I'd said all there was to say on this topic :


but no. It's still being flogged to the innocent and unwary. Don't be fooled.