Has anyone else heard of the “S-stripe”? According to the pattern, that is what’s on the front of the sweater on the left. I had no idea such a thing existed. Those colors are a little bright for me, though, and the headbands would make me feel like a shepherd in a Christmas pageant, so I will not try to reproduce this look.
The ensemble on the right, however…I wouldn’t wear it all at once, partly because my daughter would refuse to get in the car with me until I took it off, but I would definitely wear the blouse by itself, or the hat. I think I would also wear the sweater with a navy pleated skirt, but only with my hair in a Moomintroll style topknot.
This may just indicate that I need help; if any friends reading this would like to send sad pictures of me to one of those makeover shows, be my guest. I think I’m beyond the reach of Oprah.
She would have insisted on the “Miss.” Emily Eden was an English writer and traveler, and a remarkable and talented woman. She traveled to India when she was quite young (her brother was Governor-General there); her letters about her travels was later published in Up the Country. She is also the author of two very funny novels that I read whenever I’m in a really bad mood: The Semi-Attached Couple and The Semi-Detached House. She can be obnoxious, with all the prejudices of a 19th century aristocrat, but she creates wonderful characters, and she is never, ever, ever boring.
Her favorite novelist was Jane Austen, and it shows, although there’s a bit of Charles Dickens lurking in Semi-Detached.
Her portrait is courtesy of the National Portrait Gallery, and is offered for limited, non-commercial use under a Creative Commons license.
One of my friends died during the last month, very slowly and painfully. I can’t talk much about her yet in real life because I start to grind my teeth and make weird gasping noises, which seems to be my substitute for actual crying. But I found this and it was everything I wish I’d been able to tell her.
“Whenever I saw her, I felt like I had been living in another country, doing moderately well in another language, and then she showed up speaking English and suddenly I could speak with all the complexity and nuance that I hadn’t realized was gone.”
It’s from Truth and Beauty, the book Ann Patchett wrote after her friend Lucy Grealy died.
If you can articulate feelings like this, no matter how clumsy they sound, say them.
I think that may be the only good advice I’ve ever given.
She seems to be grazing. I suspect hallucinogenic plants.
The pattern is called “Cinnamon Toast.” It’s from Spinnerin , Volume 184, 1968.
Here’s a picture of the Norwegian Olympic curling team in their new outfits:
They look adorable, and I am touched by their determination to add visual interest to the sport of curling. My daughter and I went to Youtube to find the 2010 curling outfits, and ended up watching an old hockey game; we both started shouting at the American goalie (idiot), even though we’re not hockey fans.
The title of this post is a quote from the truly alarming Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette. It’s her birthday today! You could celebrate with an inappropriate seduction.
If that sounds like too much work, I’d recommend reading Cheri, and The Last of Cheri.