I got antsy and opened a few birthday packages early. I asked my sister for books and she certainly delivered, though I'm racing against time to finish Life After Life before my Kindle check-out expires–I wouldn't normally say I'm drawn to family dramas, particularly British ones, in war time, but if you know anything about this book, it's not really about any of that. I don't generally make sappy, sweeping proclamations about books, but this one strikes me as something that all generations would enjoy without being a mom book, if that means anything (For some reason I always associate Anne Tyler as being a mom author even though I've never read her. ) I also have Tampa (I originally slipped and typed Tulsa, which is also pretty great) the female teacher pedophile book that bothers me far less than others, downloaded and ready to read.
There was a hand-knit shawl from my grandmother, which is cute but not currently weather appropriate.
I do what I can, but I don't have the heatwave style that Bill Cunningham chronicled.
Oh, did I mention that I followed through with my gray hair thing? I will be writing more about it soon in another forum, but yeah, it's a little kooky.
My hot weather fashion dilemma is that I still insist on wearing make-up (a Korean BB cream I bought last summer, not my rest-of-the-year real foundation) but it's pointless because it's sweated off before I even get to the subway. The dilemma, though, is how do people wear sunglasses and not sweat their faces off? I can't wear them unless it's less than 75 degrees or else my nose, upper cheeks and brows just end up soaking wet. I just don't ever wear sunglasses. I've given up. And now belts are posing problems. Last week I wore a wide, fitted belt and my dress was damp the entire day in a ring where the belt covered. I like belts, though, so I'll have to figure that one out.