I struggled to write about the events in the US this past week. What to say? How to begin? And so I looked to a former student to help me make a start.
Now that many of us have bad hair, aka Covid hair, and we can’t do much about that, the pertinent question becomes: “What to wear with bad hair?”
So impending birthdays, too much isolation, and too much hot and humid weather is enough to make anyone feel lethargy. Even me, the great cheer-er-upper.
It’s almost summer and I’m musing about white jeans. White jeans I have known and loved, past and present. They’re always a harbinger of summer for me
What do you miss from life before Covid-19, before the stay at home orders? If I’m honest, what I miss most from that “before time” are the small things.
Hats are back. Hat head can be a good thing during a pandemic, you know. When wearing a hat can disguise all manner of hair style and colour issues.
If it’s spring it must be time to harvest wild fiddleheads. I grew up with wild harvests. And Hubby and I carry on that tradition.
Fashion blogging during a pandemic can be tricky. And lately I’ve reached the end of my tether when it comes to outfit posts. I’m ready for change.
We escaped to the country last weekend. Saw small historic towns, drove country roads, had a picnic. And it was just what we needed.
What’s your fashion philosophy when it comes to spring staples in your closet? Are you a fan of the white tee shirt?
Have you had days during this social isolation thing when adulting was hard? When you wish that someone else would be the adult in the room?
Maybe it’s time to play around with styling those hard to style pieces in our closet. Now that we have so much more … time.
I’ve been reading and listening to royal biographies lately. Falling down a myriad of royal reading rabbit holes in the process.
During these desperate hair times, I have resorted to desperate hair measures. I gave myself a Covid hair cut. Yes I did!
I had a wobbly weekend, my friends. Felt a bit of isolation anxiety. But like those toys from the seventies, I wobbled, but I didn’t fall down.
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