Jacket, Banana Republic. Dress, Toi Et Moi. Cardigan, J.Crew. Gloves, vintage macrame by my aunt. Tights, Hue. Pumps, Nine West.
These sweet gloves are remnants of my aunt's macrame phase. It was intense. She made everything, in a myriad of colors: shirts, dresses, sun hats, and the implied doilies. I've been through a few phases myself, though none have left me with anything quite as tangible. Solitaire, Freecell and Minesweeper have been on-again, off-again vices ever since Windows '96. Tetris? I don't like to talk about it. Catacomb Abyss, Bonkheads and Hercules were my only forays into more advanced graphics (like Amelie, I take pleasure in the simple things, and that includes technology). Sudoku and Crossword puzzles are the ones I use to trick people into thinking I'm smart (a sure deal, try it). Chinese jump rope kept me spry as a preteen (I still play it in my head sometimes, as I'm falling asleep). As for Scrabble, Boggle, Trivial Pursuit, and Taboo - I reserve those for parties and sometimes sad tables for one, please.
So what have I gained from all this? A decent vocabulary, severe anxiety, sweet legs, and a highly addictive personality. I suppose I should be grateful I don't need glasses, despite all the ocular abuse. As for my current pursuits, I'm still trying to pick up a respectable addiction, like reading too much Proust, exercising too often, or being too kind to strangers (a recipe for a Dateline disaster!). I'm trying my best, but so far, nothing has stuck. Any suggestions?