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?

Sized Up

Blouse & pumps, Banana Republic. Cardigan, J.Crew. Skirt, Club Monaco. Scarf & brooch, thrift-ed.

Have you ever noticed how the best apparel from the '50s and '60s tends to be the same size? I mean, in every vintage store and every city. It's such a tease for someone like me, merely a size or two larger. Shimmying into the finest Betty Draper dresses would require some serious digestive problems and dehydration (and, if purposefully induced, the derangement required in the first place). For the past fours years, I have been looking for the perfect Mad Men costume to wear on Halloween. Aside from alterations (I'm cheap and untalented), have you any suggestions?
One last thing... Some grammar advice for my fellow amateur grammarians.