But I couldn't resist leaving you with a last few photos of the shady part of my garden, especially because the dainty epimedium flowers were in bloom. As the top and bottom photos show, you have to look twice to notice these, but they're worth bunching yourself down for a closer admiration. Such an intricate little flower, and I love the soft yellows of this one.
So I'll just tell you, quickly, and then we can play a game wherein you spot the items in photos over the next few weeks, assembling a Polyvore-in-our-collective-minds. (No, that phrase is NOT catchy!)
What I've packed:
Dark Denim Pencil Skirt
Grey-Green Linen Midi Skirt, Artsy-Style If you know what I mean . . .
Long knit tank dress, Gap, navy-white skinny stripes
Knee-length knit long-sleeved v-neck dress, grey-navy-black stripes
Light blue cashmere cardigan, un peu grandpa-style
Rust-coloured lightweight Eileen fisher pullover
3 white short-sleeved Gap t-shirts
black 3/4 sleeve t-shirt
navy-white v-neck t-shirt
brown linen-knit v-neck T
Birkenstocks (I've ended up buying a pair on Two separate trips because weather heated up - the Gizeh style is seen often on Paris streets, don't worry!)
Running shoes (& running gear) -- these are a pair ready to discard after the 50 or 60 miles, tops, we'd put in, so they will release some space for what I might buy there.
Bronze ballet flats
My recently-purchased but decently broken in Fluevog brogues, lightweight enough and made of perforated suede so they'll be comfortable even on warmer days, I hope.
On the plane I'll wear my:
Black low-heeled granny-ish booties, bought in Paris last year and turned out to be stellar for walking the city.
A black cotton-hemp (so looks/feels like linen) shirt-dress, black tights, a teal handknit silk scarf for colour. I'm going to tie my Hermes scarf to my black M0851 knot bag so that it's not so sombre and I've tucked a very fine zebra-print cashmere scarf in the pocket of my raincoat just for extra choice . . . and, okay, because I couldn't quite decide and it took almost no room . . . Over the shirtdress, I'm wearing a very light black leather jacket and then a simple black wet-look raincoat over that (by Linda Lundstrom, super-easy to pack and to wear -- takes very little space, looks smart, is roomy enough to fit a layer of warmth under if necessary. As well as my big knot bag, I'll wear a blue Roots cross-body that keeps my passport safe but ready for easy access. (and in my suitcase, I've tucked a midnight-blue M0851 clutch that will be good to have to give my neck and shoulders a break on shorter outings, restaurant evenings, concerts, etc.
I've loaded up my Kobo Touch, but I don't trust it completely, so I've also grabbed a few paperbacks I don't mind leaving behind. Right now, I'm reading a fun French novel (Francine Ruel's Maudit que le bonheur coûte cher) about a woman's mid-life adventures in Quebec, so that I can get my brain thinking in French by the time we arrive in Bordeaux. Of course, that will mean my brain will be quite confused while we're in Amsterdam. . . .
Paul's in charge of the Netbook which will keep us connected while we're away. We've also both brought some simple sketching supplies and hope to begin our illustrated journals. And, of course, I've borrowed space in his plastic 1L bag for some of my cosmetics. For now, it all seems to work, and whatever we're missing can certainly be supplied in Amsterdam.
And I think it's time to start heading there soon. I'll leave you with these West Coast garden photos, but I hope to be back within a few days to share a completely different visual feast. Perhaps in the meantime, someone can help me remember the name of this woodland plant -- I bought it for the way its leaves marvellously un-pleat themselves, each spring, into this lushness. Somewhere, in some drawer, the label is tucked away with a Latin name neatly printed in indelible ink -- I hope I recognize it when I find it . . .