A Touch of Blue

I had a second meeting with Fatima earlier this month and therefore have many things to show you this summer. They aren’t new things exactly, but they are things you haven’t seen because I bought them in 2019 (for summer 2020) or in 2020 (assuming 2021 would come eventually) and needed to adjust them (Directrice-style) before putting them on 360 degree display.*

For today, however, I am going to show you some old things.
I am also posting 12 hours early (when we all know I am more likely to post 24 hours late) to reward the optimists who check in on Sunday nights.
I love photos like this one; The Photographer is adjusting his settings — see how perfectly focused the plantings are

When last seen, this blouse was new and crisply ironed. Perhaps I should have ironed it today but . . . alas.
In 2019, I summed this look up as Ladies’ Physical Education instructor, progressive boarding school, England c. 1916. I stand by that, but today Miss Norcross-Stokes seems to have stolen a pair of smoking slippers from a gentleman’s study. So perhaps she is an amateur sleuth as well?+
Molding young minds, as well as sound bodies; then solving crimes

I cannot explain
These blue velvet mules (slides?) have become a constant companion in May/June 2021. For reasons I cannot explain, I have concluded that they are precisely the right shoes to wear, more days than not, for the last few weeks.

A touch of color adds a little something to the shirt, and perhaps causes people to overlook the wrinkled fabric.
Blue draws the eyes from horribly wrinkled sash

I like monochromatic schemes — red-with-red, white-on-white, etc. — and thought this white necklace would look striking against white. The blue interiors in these rings provide some definition, which perhaps is necessary. The exterior of the rings is matte white ceramic and might have blended too successfully into the white cotton of the shirt.
Come closer and begin to appreciate those beautiful blues while ignoring the creases

This beautiful pendant is by Lynn Latta, a jewelry-maker and ceramicist raised and educated in southern California. Visit her website. It’s all so beautiful and mesmerizing; you’ll want everything. Her work is sold through a number of galleries. I bought my necklace from Ombre Gallery in Cincinnati — which you should also visit on-line. The gallery owner, Jenna Shaifer, represents a wonderful, diverse group of artists and makers and is delighted to answer questions, send supplemental photos and otherwise help customers explore and enjoy the works in her gallery.
I like monochromatic schemes, but I want all of the elements to be noticed!
Now take a moment to scroll back up to a full length photo. It’s just a taste of blue, but the blues really PoP.
The blue glazes are so beautiful and look — need I even say it? — good enough to eat

Not-the-toughest-among us; cringing, but not yet swatting and yelping
The cicadas have been out in full force, singing and flying. The singing is so loud at times that it competes with conversational voices. So, the singing I think must be considered a success from the cicadian perspective.
The flying? I’m not so sure. A cicada in flight looks like a helicopter that’s lost its tail rotor. Fortunately, they don’t really need to fly long or straight to fulfill their biological imperatives. They are flying into pedestrians, causing even the toughest-looking among us to cringe and swat frantically while yelping.

Change of Topic: I have been hankering for distinctive sunglasses (translation: bizarre sunglasses) and am finding The RealReal an excellent source. Where better to find weird sunglasses (note: we’ve downgraded from bizarre to weird) at good prices than a collection spot for other people’s mistakes? Nowhere better.

The Photographer thinks these Marni sunglasses are slightly scary
I think they are wonderful — very wonderful

Back to the outfit.
I wore this last fall — during our long, mild fall — with a denim jacket. Like so, with a different pair of mules.
The bow is peaking out from the jacket.
Just want you to understand your options

I am visiting my parents in New Hampshire this weekend and brought my trusty, beloved velvet mules.
Mère Directrice rates the mules “hideous” on the hideo-marvelous scale. She said, “I have to be honest with you.” Quite right, quite right. She is continuing to mold my middle-aged mind while trying to prevent fashion crimes.
The crime has already been committed and I feel no remorse

* Note: I’ve worn some of these things on Zoom, pinned and clipped like an editorial model in borrowed clothes. But that’s no way to go out in public.

+ Perhaps it sounds like our heroine is a thief? I am sure she had a good reason for taking the smoking slippers.

9 thoughts on “A Touch of Blue”

  1. Good morning from Canada…..the best part of this post is the jean jacket. it is so delightfully torn. That is not to lower the rating for the shirt, the necklace and your impish smile. The sunglasses are assuredly in your wheelhouse along with the velvet slippers. The stalwart pants stand confident in their soberness, keeping all the quirky elements in line.

  2. Is there a ratings scale for chuckles per post? This one gave me many chuckles (from the writing, not from the photos, I hasten to add). On a Likert scale of 1-10 with ten being the most, this post is a 10 for chuckles. However, I am looking for a better scale, something that would let me write the abreviation c/p (chuckles per post).

    Also, having just spent a virtuous hour ironing multiple summer items, I deeply appreciate seeing your wrinkled blouse.

    • I am the worst blogger in the world! I thought I’d already written a post about this necklace and provided such information, but it seems I have not. I’ve added to the post to provide links to the websites for the artist (Lynn Latta) and gallery (Ombre Gallery). Thank you for prompting me to do so, amberwitch!

  3. Love everything you are wearing in this post. Thank you for wearing velvet mules and frayed denim – it’s delightful!

  4. How I wish I could be learning the finer points of netball and field hockey from the lovely and daring Miss Norcross-Stokes! Your wonderful ensemble stands in stark contrast to the horrible tracksuits worn by my 1980s gym teachers. But it was through no fault of their own, it was the 80s after all and we only had what we had. Track suits back them were meant only for the track.

    I love how you’ve finished the outfit with the distinctive sunglasses and jean jacket to balance the mules. The sunglasses may also come in handy as protective gear should a wayward cicada get too close.


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