I think I did, or do, anyway. There is this thing that happens in the morning when you leave the house and realize you don't need the coat you're wearing. It's like a catch of breath, or a skipping step, or the lightest and most sentimental of breezes. Spring does that, even though I use to hate it when I was a kid--insisting that it was too pastel! The first flowers out require so much attention, the hogs! But this week I remembered it, bare arms and puddles, just enough to feel less anxious that it's still winter.
I was going to call this post A Morning of Pale Spring Still Clinging to Winter's Chill, because my dayis sometimes little more than a string of Lord of the Rings references but I know better. It is not spring, no matter how much we tried to pretend today, hallucinating beauty in the piles of snirt (snow+dirt) full of cigarette butts from December clinging to the curbs. I know where I live, and this is no real spring, but a little preamble reminding us that eventually it will be here for real.
Until then, I will collect these precious days of fleeting warmth and make the best of them, even if I would rather sit on the floor all day.
I am also going to confess something that doesn't really bother me, but might a little bit. I really love this skirt. I first wore it in February 2009 (when my hair was shorter then, too!), and it's become one of my favorites. The downside is that I work at a bakery, and I eat a croissant (either plain or filled with nutella) pretty much every day if there is not something else (puff pastry covered in apricot glaze or a giant slice of cake) that I fall in love with and need to eat. As such, this skirt fits, but is so tight that I worried about potentially passing out or bursting the button this morning.
Thankfully, a hair-elastic saved from the floor acted as my savior, and gave me an extra inch of breathing room. I feel like these are the kinds of things oft-admitted to on blogs. But you know. These things, they happen, and croissants are my tongue's promise to my soul (I don't know, I just love food).
This is also the first meeting, on this blog, of my new little pin-friend! Over the summer I fell in love with a seahorse gentleman trapped inside a window at an antique shop. He was not to be had but my mother, in her infinite brilliance and ebay savvy ways, found this little guy and wrapped him up for me for Christmas! He is the trickiest thing to photograph, but the loveliest little creature I have ever seen. His tail is long and stepped, and it curls at the bottom. I have to keep myself from talking to him when I am in public.
Blouse: J. Crew
Blazer: Gap, circa 2008 (I think?)
Skirt: Vintage, thrifted
Tights: who knows anymore!
Bag: Vintage, thrifted
Seahorsefriend pin: Christmas gift from mom, found on ebay
(Added 2.19) Some details shared by my mom on facebook about the pin:
The seahorse pin is a vintage Robert Zentall. He fled Europe with friend Etienne Aigner during WWII. In the 1950's and 1960's they designed and created fashion accessories.
Photos, as usual, taken by John.