Some days I get kind of sick of harping on about my clothes. Because of the way I dress, a lot of people seem to think clothing is my raison d'être. Don't get me wrong, I love clothes (I mean would I be posting them online otherwise?), and enjoy playing dress-up, but when it comes right down to it, most mornings I spend exactly five minutes on getting dressed. Some folks appear to believe that I contemplate each outfit for aeons. Who's got the time? Five minutes for clothes hair and tooth brushing. Life is short, mornings are shorter.
This morning it just happened that I dressed like "a civil war re-enactor with a very vague sense of history", as my husband so delicately put it.
Whatever, I am totally going to make this skirt my uniform, it's so pretty and comfortable. Thanks Mali. The I. Magnin children's coat was Dump find last year, and a fine one at that. It's warm and stylish, and one of the buttons is fixed with a safety pin. That's what I call class, kids.
About the only moment of restfulness today came when I got to talk to my girls and sew these cool patches onto my new-old rucksack. The patches totally rock, right? I have however been noticing how hard it is for me to have plain things, like say, unadorned rucksacks, black T's, or simple skirts. Everything I own is patterned and clashes horribly, but I guess I don't care.
The weather here has been insane, with gusts, hale, rain, snow and and sunshine. The wind seems to be making the weather. It moves particularly fast this close to the water. Right now, I can hear the trees creaking, bending in the back yard. It's kind of spooky, but also lovely to go to bed to.
The changeable weather forces one to layer pieces that can easily transform into a warmer, or cooler outfit. I've been biking around everywhere today; to walk the dog to home, to milk the cow, to the Dump. It was my first day of milking in a long time and it was harder than I remembered. Hopefully I can pick it up soon. In addition to all these activities I made grated root-soup and pan-bread.
That's pretty much what went on here today. What about your world?
The title of this post takes its name after a Bowerbirds song that I couldn't find online, so I'm playing this instead. This guy is pretty much my soundtrack these days. He's got a new album coming out with the AWESOME title The Wild Hunt.
That's over and out from this pretentious seeming hippie corner. Tell me if you're getting tired of my ramblings...