Northern Hemisphere Blues

Banana Republic top. Zara pants. Tommy Hilfiger coat. Sperry Top-Siders.

These past few days, I could have decked myself out in bold brumal tartans, but I couldn't help daydreaming about catamaran cruises and plopping down on a plage. With a warm weather voyage on the horizon, I've been pulling out my best nautical looks these wintry weeks. I can't be the only one who takes solace in the Winter Solstice... And enjoys the Vernal Equinox more than her own birthday?

Ophthalmological Affairs

J.Crew Jackie cardigan and skirt. Vintage brooch. Banana Republic pumps.

My building's garden is built on a steep hill that slopes toward the marina, which makes for some beautiful and crooked photographs. Rotating these in Photoshop seemed like an easy fix until I noticed some rather disturbing side effects. Crooked images will have to do from now on, friends, because strabismus ain't pretty.

Stuffed Peppers

Joe Fresh sweater. J.Crew pants. Banana Republic heels. Club Monaco blouse. Vintage brooch.

I used to think the expression "slaving over a hot stove" was hilarious (which should give you a pretty good idea of my IQ), but that's exactly what I did this evening. Stuffing peppers replaced my usual dilly-dallying and now I get to savor their aroma for at least a couple of days. Don't you love it when the upholstered furniture is all dill and savory?

Raspberry All Over

Tommy Hilfiger trench coat. Hunter wellies. American Apparel scarf. BCBGirls dress.

When I started this blog, grooming a vanity project was not my intention. I was going through a dry spell, writing-wise, so I thought blogging would keep my hand in it. But here I am, prancing in a raspberry trench for the world to see. Vanity project it is! Still, self-awareness is nothing without a little self-persecution, which is why I have yet to change my computer's extra wide display. Friends may crack up at my stout multitude of selves, but at least I can maintain of shred of humility.