The sunsets are something else too, in hues that cannot be described, or imagined, or captured into the camera, so that while they're there, you must watch them unblinking, before they disappear into the darkness.
Summer may not be my favorite season (I love all for pretty equally, though fall and spring slightly more), but when she's good, she's really darn good.
My reason for the lack of unabashed summer-lovin' that most people engage in is that a lot of the the things I like to do are actually not as much fun when it's hot. Like walking and biking around, or sitting indoors writing, or better yet, reading. Good thing hubby strung up the hammock on Sunday. Fresh air and book-worminess at the same time! Who woulda thunk it...
Speaking of books, right now I'm particularly obsessed over the latest Native American-related tome I'm reading; Peter Mathiessen's In The Spirit of Crazy Horse. I love Mathiessen, and this book is pure magic, in the heart of my current obsession with the 1970s American Indian Movement. I tend to get hung-up on one, or two things at a time and for the past year and a half it's been logging, but now it's giving away to the Native American narrative. Would anyone be interested in a post about one of those two matters, or maybe just a reading list? I need to spread the madness.
A welcome brake from the 500-something page book was offered when these two lovely packages appeared in my mailbox. Two packages in one day?! This girl is spoiled. The first package is from my friend Sini, who's getting married this summer. Along with the wedding invite (so sad I can't be there, she's getting married on an Island outside of Helsinki!) she gifted me with this beautiful book of patterns for cozy, cute Japanese-style dresses and tunics. Many will be made.
The second package was from the Lovely Sara of Forestlass, and it held two beautiful tops (one pictured above, the other you are sure to see shortly), a copy of Wuthering Heights and so much love from a across the ocean, and being completely unexpected, it just made my day!
To boot it's Sara's birthday today, so let's hear a big huzzah for her! Know that you shall receive a belated birthday package soon, my dear.
Even weeding, or being called to work unexpectedly couldn't dampen my mood on this sunny day. It's still windy enough that long pants or tights are most practical, but one can certainly work up a sweat in the garden.
Other than Native Americans, logging and sewing project, I'm also heavily into clogs right now. I've never been a heels girl, at all, and the current hoove-like ankle boot trend is abhorrent to me, but I wearing these three dollar Swedish beauties kinda makes me get the whole thing. They do miracles and wonders to your stubby legs. Still, safety and comfort first. You will never see me in these. Or these. Or these. Oh my god they're hideous!
Sorry, I got side-tracked there for a moment. But seriously, if anyone can explain the appeal of ankle-platform-booty-shoes to me like I'm a five-year old, or a layman, or in mathematical terms, please do.
I seem to be losing it, so maybe I better get back to my book. Stick to what I know best, books not fashion and I'll see you tomorrow, I hope, in a more collected post, with something real to say, possibly about logging.
Sunshine to your neighborhood. And if possible, seals and sunsets, too. And canoe trips.