1) We had a small fail yesterday, a mixup about whose turn it was to post. No worries, everyone’s fine. We’ll be back Monday.
2) A question for contact lens wearers. I wore contacts during the Jurassic era, when pterodactyls flew overhead and — if your lens popped out at the Skynyrd concert — you got down on the beer-soaked stadium floor and crawled around looking for it. Times have changed, I hear. I’m getting Diva her long-desired contacts this summer. She’s fairly nearsighted with mild astigmatism. I’m sure there are dozens of great choices, but does anyone have a particular brand/regimen (daily? weekly?) or other insights regarding disposables that they’d like to share?
3) My ongoing clothing re-assessment/thoughts. As I’ve said before, and as perfumista visitors to my Sacred Walk-In Closet may have noticed, I’m a pattern whore. I have a magpie’s eye for color as well. Part of it, I’m sure, is my inherent, lifelong tendency to look at clothes as “costume,” with plenty of vintage pieces. Part of it is my skin — jewel tones look good on me. And part of it might be that because I’m small, I feel comfortable with (or even strengthened by) eye-catching fabric patterns, assuming they’re scaled correctly, neither girlishly dainty nor too large.
For some reason, though, I’ve really been drawn to simple, more muted colors recently. Lots of solid browns, grays, blues and the occasional tan that doesn’t make me look washed out. Those are all harder colors for me to hit right, but there’s something about, say, a gunmetal-gray cotton shirt these days that I love, paired with jeans, a single piece of jewelry, and a cognac-colored purse or wedges. It doesn’t make sense at all. This is usually when I’m breaking out my tropical-print linen trousers and my tangerine sweaters. But I’m enjoying the ride. Are any of you in the middle of reassessments or unexpected shifts in your usual style?