Archive for July, 2016
So, very soon I will have written my 2,000th post. And to mark this momentous event, I thought I might give you the opportunity to ask me anything. I will answer your every question, as long as it isn’t too entirely personal (I’ll try to make as few things off-limits as possible) or libelous. Is this at all interesting to you? If so, leave your queries in the comments.
A good mood in a bag.
I have decided that it is far too hot out to be insecure about the state of my (highly imperfect) upper arms, and that I shall bare them with impunity. This shift in thinking has set me free, and possibly it will do the same for you. I have wanted this particular top for ages now—it would be so damn fresh as part of any white-on-white ensemble—and I’m finally thinking about pulling the trigger, jiggle be damned.
The first thing I do in the morning these days—the first thing after coffee, that is—is head over to the East Village with the dogs so they can have a nice frolic in the Tompkins Square Park dog run. Sartorially, I try to make it as much of a roll-out-of-bed experience as possible, both because you don’t want to dally too much in the morning when you’ve got two dogs with full bladders on your hands, and also because the dog run can be a dusty, muddy experience so you don’t want to wear anything too fancy. Mostly lately I’ve been reaching for these linen shorts, which I sized up on so they’re nice and slouchy, and which are the very soul of comfort.
I am a huge fan of Xirena tops—they are made from the most divine lightweight fabrics, perfect for summer—and if I could in any way justify the purchase of yet another white shirt, it would be this one.
And, if I may be allowed to look ahead for a moment to fall: it costs a little more than I want to spend on such a thing, but then again this army shirt jacket is very nearly perfect.
The wee lightning bolt on this cardigan makes me really happy.
The clothing and accessories I find myself wearing all summer tend to fall into two categories: those items that are simply in high rotation—like pretty much all my white shirts—and those that get reached for so often it’s a little gross. These No. 6 clog sandals fall into the latter category. It has gotten to the point where I wonder why I bother even buying new summer shoes: both pairs I purchased this season languish in my closet, all but unworn.
So I’m wondering: should I go way out on a crazy limb and buy them in this pinkish metallic? The shade seems (improbably) versatile, and I am wildly tempted by them.