I'm toying with a few different approaches for structuring the blog as I move forward: more regular appearances of certain topics on a predictable calendar, for example, or photo-only or featured sketch or short anecdote days, saving my more wordy essays for less frequent posting that, nonetheless, gives me a chance to indulge my thinking or remembering in ways that might be interesting for writer and readers both.
Meanwhile, though, I'm going to stick to the approach a friend once shared with me, one that her counsellor had offered her as one tool (among many, don't worry) for getting through depression: "Just keep showing up." Quick disclaimer that yes, sometimes that's not a good enough answer for clinical depression and, disclaimer # 2, I'm not currently depressed, although my blog may be mildly so. But I have often adopted this path when I'm faced with doubts about my abilities or the worth of what I'm doing, and I've generally found it useful and productive.
Today's instance of "just showing up" is a round-up of What I Wore shots taken over these last lazy, hot weeks of island life. You can look at these and know that I'm retired, and that I've completely given in to Pacific Northwest Island life. You can also see why, much as I loved Sue's unpacking of the word "chic", I know that it's beyond my aspirations. And even Lisa's change of shoes and application of lipgloss wouldn't help me (although I should perhaps consider copying her attention to hair -- my wild curls, oh dear!).
I did decide to dress up a bit when Paul and I headed to a local restaurant's lakeside terrace for lunch last week. Two more J Crew pieces that I love (hmmmm, are you sensing a trend here?). This Boy Shirt is the softest, lightest, airiest blend of silk and cotton -- I love it! And the skirt is linen -- isn't it a great colour? Yes, I should have searched harder for more credible shoes, but I'm thinking I may try going for a twinned claim of age's impunity and a modicum of eccentricity as I move forward.
little Gap shift I wore in Bordeaux last summer but have been finding too revealing of my sweet old knees. A bit too short as a shift, it may be just a bit too long as a tunic over my long silk skirt, but I loved them together. Then I draped my latest scarf (bought in Paris, le Marais, bien sûur) over my arms so that its gauzy silk organza might keep the mosquitos at bay. . . and I added Birks and my usual watch and armload of bracelets, pinned my hair up, and even added that slick of lipstick.
If you're thinking I should have swished the iron over it all before heading out, you might be right. But trust me, we islanders are a very accepting group, and this outfit is about as dressy as it gets here, wrinkled fabric and all.
Not much more than a month from now, and I'll be in Paris again (and then Bordeaux, Rome, Turin, and who knows where else along the way). One of these days, I'll have to rouse myself from my Island Mode and think about what wardrobe items might play well in the European City. For now, 'tho, it's Summertime and the Island Living is Easy.
And what about you? Does your Style change considerably in the summer or does your workplace demand that your sartorial standards remain firm? Have your feet lost all memory of imposed structure or are you still wearing closed toes and even an occasional heel? And do you have a vacation place you go to that allows for an all-easy wardrobe, or do you prefer going somewhere that promises the excitement of dressing for restaurant dinners or an evening at a jazz bar? Now that I've exposed my lazy summer style, I'd love to read your comments on the topic. . .