My dears! I have run (temporarily) out of ideas.
I had creative bursts in December and February where I wrote down three dozen ideas for posts and The Photographer and I stockpiled many sets of photos.
But in the last month, two unfortunate trends have converged: my supplies of ideas and photos have dwindled and my work schedule has exploded — which leaves me with nothing for you.
I need to take a couple of weeks to come up with new material . . . and turn my closets around.
I hope that moths have not taken up residence in my sweaters. I feel so afraid. I’ve just been so busy.
For the next few weeks, I am going to re-post some chestnuts from the archives. But I will turn off the email announcements so that you aren’t pestered with urgent messages bearing old news.
I hosted a get-together last Saturday and invited self-identified D.C.-area readers. It was such a treat to meet women who I’ve been chatting with — through the comments section of this blog — for the last few years.
Some of the guests were surprised at how small I am in real life.
Although I look monumental in photos in which I am the subject and standing alone, I am, when compared with other humans, one of the smaller ones. I hope no one feels too badly misled.
Here I am with some unsuspecting, unconsenting humans, a few cars, and some large flags.
In truth, I sometimes forget how small I am. I’ll be walking with one of my male colleagues thinking (subconsciously), “Here we are. Two people of the same size.” And then I’ll see our reflection in a plate glass window or door and realize that he’s a foot taller than me and broader, too. It always surprises me.
Quickly, a word about the transition to summer.
You know what? You don’t need me to narrate this outfit. You understand what’s going on here.
Enjoy the holiday weekend and look for new material in June. Maybe a little sooner, if I get my act together. I’ll be back before you can even miss me.
Tank: 3.1 Phillip Lim; Blouse: JCrew; Pants: JCrew; Shoes: JCrew; Bag: Orla Kiely