Despite being desperately homesick, I had a lovely time away visiting family in South Texas. I'm glad these outfit photos, taken before I left, were on hand to post (hooray for backlog!) because I am flattened and having a hard time getting out of jammies.
Due to very limited internet access, I wasn't able to comment much during my trip, but keeping up with some of the style-related discussions gave me much to mull over, as always.
|green-yellow shirt: Typhany, thrifted ($2), last worn here|
grey pleather motorcycle jacket: Coffee Shop, My Habit, last worn here
vintage wool / alpaca sweater dress: Lo Ri, Netty Vintage, last worn here
deliciously soft and comfy boots: Fluevog Presence Intuit, last worn here
Lisa's blog post at Privilege, "Can Middle-Aged Ladies Wear Biker Jackets?" poses a question I'd never even considered as a question - there are seriously people who question this? and would I be just as judgemental to label that position uptight and judgemental? - and is a must-read for the best workplace dress code ever, plus check out her spectacular jacket for which she got to go shopping with Audi. Wow - the complete and utter coolness just knocks me right over!
|necklace: a gift from my mother, last worn here|
yellow vegetable turquoise bracelet: Gabii (Progreso, Texas), last worn here
usual wrist wear: detailed here
watch: Stuhrling Tuskegee Skylancer, shown more clearly here
What I always appreciate about travelling, both in real life and on the internet, is bringing home a fresh perspective on all the things I am so privileged to take for granted.
And the integration of connections, finding bits of home away from home - the pelicans reminded me so of my hens in their preening, sunbathing, impossible folding / unfolding of outrageous wingspan, and flock behaviours, their birdnesses-in-common.
The pelicans are hauntingly prehistoric in their own ways: great mossy throats and leathery feet, the architecture of beaks and necks and air-chambered bones and bodies, but their intent gaze of curiosity and optimism - in full anticipation of the delicious - and their very palette are well-known and touchingly familiar to me.
|brown pelicans loafing, South Padre Island, Texas|