The dress is Catherine Malandrino, silk jersey, bought last year to wear to the opera. But I don't have many occasions for dressing up, and decided I'd enjoy its comfortable good looks in a more casual setting. I think it works well with my flat Fluevog boots and this purple Line cardigan. Besides my vintage gold hoops, I eschewed jewelry -- my glasses are ornate enough and the dress print is fairly demanding.
I told Pater I feel like someone who's driven past one of those signs we get on BC highways, warning that there are no more service stations for 270 km -- and fifteen minutes or so later, I look at the gas gauge and realize I'm almost down to empty, too late to do anything but stop, get out, and push . . . Very close to being out of fuel, I nonetheless feel I have to keep going. The marking has to get done this weekend; the classes have to get taught next week. Pater pointed out the obvious goofiness of my logic, given my analogy, and his logic is the reason I've just got up from a two-hour nap! Behind in my marking, but refreshed enough to play with my granddaughter when she arrives in a few hours.
Which means I should be able to muster up a smile for the photo, right? Here you go . . .