All came together nicely. The press releases and posters and all the social media must have done their work, because we had good crowds, and the venues were ready, although there was some last-minute scrambling for A/V support (microphones and computers and whatnot). The last-minute cancellation of one of the dignitaries offering a welcome was easily adjusted to with others picking up the slack, and I managed to get all the names and titles right in my thank yous and acknowledgments. The guest speaker gave a wonderful lecture and reading, and the audience asked thoughtful questions, and when we all moved down to the reception room, the crowd commented on the simple but effective table decoration. Books were bought and signed, and poetry-lovers were happy to chat informally with the poet, and food and drink made for a convivial evening . . . . we couldn't do much about the institutional fluorescent lighting, but I think we showed our community that Poetry Functions could be Good Times!
And now I'm going to collapse. I have no marking this weekend, and I'm pretty much prepared for next week's course readings. We have an opera to attend tomorrow night in Vancouver, and I have grand-daughters (not to mention their lovely parents) to visit, but otherwise, I'm going to be as lazy and as comfy as I want.
I might wear these JCrew sweat pants, toile-print and all. Because, you know, despite what I speculated back here, these pants are clearly good for relaxing but perhaps not so much for wearing out anywhere that needs a sharper look.
Okay, admittedly, this Vince v-neck (I love it! Tissue-weight merino, drapes wonderfully) overwhelms, makes the overall look a baggy-on-baggy silhouette -- oh yay!
and then changed the shoes from low-heeled boots to flat Converse
and then threw a field jacket over the whole thing, like this
and even then, just heading to yoga class, I wasn't convinced. . . . (In case you're wondering, these are an XS, but there's still too much fabric, isn't there? It may be the length, d'you think?)
But they're très, très confortable. . . . Which is exactly what I need this weekend, lounging on the couch with the Saturday Globe and Mail. Oh yeah!
When I've lounged to my heart's content, I'm going to respond to the wonderful, wise, lovely comments you left on my last post. My plan right now is to weave the comments and my responses into another post, and extend the conversation, but I may be too ambitious in that intention. I will respond though, and meanwhile, I want you to know how much your presence here is appreciated. Thanks to new readers who said hello for the first time, in comments; thanks to regular and occasional commenters; and thanks as well to all of you who read without commenting (or those few I've heard from who try to comment but are foiled by the technology gremlins!), whose clicks here add to the stats that encourage me to keep writing.
Now, if you're so inclined, tell me what will be bringing you comfort this weekend. Will you be oh-so-chic in your lounging state, or will you permit your tired self some leisure-wear coziness? Am I on a sartorial road to perdition or have I recognized the error of my ways just in time? Do tell. . .