|(not our deck - you figured that out already)|
On a more cheerful note, the sun was here all day Sunday!
It's enough to make me believe that we will have a summer!
And here's a collection of things that go with my Hydrangea Pencil Skirt - I was racking my brain and refusing to wear it with a gray teeshirt or a jumped-up sweatshirt. I feel better having come up with a few choices, even though that pink cashmere sweater is sufficiently bright to make an Easter egg out of me should I choose to actually wear it. I'm getting close enough to oval without encouraging the impression, so maybe that match is a non-starter. However, to my happy surprise, the electric plaid silk blouse has a line of color in the pattern that is actually Hydrangea and has a nice dressy look with the skirt. This is where I should point out that I did not buy the electric plaid skirt, it was a disaster - if memory serves, it was a heavy quilted mess. Happy with the blouse, though.
Let's see, what else is new? Well, my sister signed up for eHarmony.com, filled out the questionnaire, paid her initial fee, and waited. She has a very whimsical and creative turn of mind, so without ever having seen the questionnaire, I'm betting that at least some of her responses were, um, original.
|note color-coordination with Hydrangea skirt, above|
Lastly, a report on the St Paddy's Day event we attended. It was unlike any other St Pat's event in New York or Boston, guar-an-TEED. Next year, back to pipes, local (and other) pols, old guys who can lower a few, and some thought given to those who served, those who defend, those who protect, and widows and orphans.
In hindsight, perhaps the reason I felt like a relic was my shoes - those adorable Kate Spade dark green suede sandals? I tried them on right before the event and they were perfect. Perfect!
Well, readers dear, they grew. The expansion began as we got into a taxi. By the time I had wobbled from the elevator to the bar - which was suspiciously uncrowded and more suspiciously didn't have Jameson's - the shoes had become loose. The totter from the bar to the table was more than they could take - only my capacity to exercise my Iron Will kept them near my feet. The shoes had cost some money, too, so I was afraid to have more than one glass of wine. No way to celebrate!
When I feel better about the shoes, I'll take them to a fancy shoemaker and see if there's a way to stuff them. Sigh. Of all the pointless places to get thinner - the sides of the feet!
Oh, another random note - I like silk tees under jackets and sweaters and have gotten a lot of use out of mine. Last week another caught my eye, but not for a good reason.