As promised, this is what I wore to the opera (L'Elisir d"Amore, a charming production of it with some glorious voices -- although I could have wished a wee bit more volume from the lead soprano --, brilliant bel canto singing in a frothy libretto, some very good acting) on Saturday. We walk and take public transit, and Saturday was rainy and windy, so practicality was a key consideration.
here as well)
Pretty sure I should have stuck with my chocolate gold beads -- see them here with a very similar outfit, but at the last minute, I thought I'd try this necklace of baroque pearls and lapis lazuli beads. They were a "contrition gift" from a husband who stayed in a meeting just a few minutes too long one Valentine's Day, many years ago, and missed the ferry he was supposed to meet me on because the snowstorm got more serious than he'd anticipated. I'd bought enough sushi for two -- it was going to be as romantic a date as we could manage given the reality that we had four kids (9-18) back at home, and were both commuting by plane or ferry each week -- me for grad school, him for work. So when I managed to get home just ahead of the roads getting treacherous, I was there with the four kids and no husband. The necklace -- which I'd previously admired in a jewelry store window weeks earlier with no thought of acquisition -- showed up in our house the next week. An unusually thoughtful gift from someone who doesn't often pay too much attention to what I admire in store windows. Or, at least, rarely remembers. . . .
Detail of the skirt fabric because it's so wonderful -- it's a microfibre-ish textile, the weight and slight crinkle of a fine silk, and then embroidered with a flocked/brocade effect.
here (warning: that post contains one of the very few instances I've ever used a certain four-letter word in this venue). . .
7:28 a.m. here, and I hear the house beginning to stir. If the Almost-Three wakes soon, I want to be ready for all the hugs I can get before daycare. Happy Wednesday!