Life is Busy
Although I decided I would be crazy to try to do the painting job myself, there is still enough preparation for it to keep me busy and tired. Given that I am not a minimalist, removing the books and ornaments and assorted knick-nacks from the living room, and removing the products, plants, and one or two pieces of furniture from the bathroom is keeping my busy as I do it in small doses, between laundry and dishes and feeding myself and other basics of life. What makes me happy is that I am managing to increase what I do and have recently stopped hiring cleaning help. I feel currently able to take that on myself, though I have to recognise this is an experiment, and that I must do it slowly and cautiously. I still do a great deal of sleeping and resting and have not done the painting and writing I would like to be doing, but gradually I am dipping my toes back into the water. In a couple of weeks I will have a new looking room to share here on the blog, but for now, I'm going to introduce you to my new hat.
I love hats but the challenge of them is twofold. The difference in the size of my head when I have short hair as opposed to long hair seems to equal a hat size, so my hat collection currently holds a few lids that are too big for me. When I put them on I feel like a pinhead. The other challenge is that hats make my head very hot and rarely is it so cold that I actually need the warmth of a hat. I honestly do not know how all of the teenagers and hipsters manage to live in those knit beanies, the hats we call toques here in Canada (also known as
America's Hat) to our cousins down south. Anyhow, despite these challenges my love of hats prevails and I recently bought one. The rational, other than the fact that I love it, is that it is light weight and thus maybe not too hot for actual wearing.
In a shop just up the street from one of my favourite cafés the stock is largely clothing and home wares by Canadian designer April Cornell. I should mention, for those of you who care, that I am not a monetised blog and any time I link to something I am just trying to be helpful or properly credit sources. ....but now back to the shopping part. The textiles of this designer are floral and feminine and the clothing leans towards a lacy lagenlook. While I am attracted to them initially I do not find them wearable for the most part. They belong in the category of "I like that but it is not me" as so many things seem to. Having said that, I often pop in for a peek because sometimes something does appeal and heck, it's always fun to look. As I walked by recently, I was first drawn to the dress on a mannequin just outside the door. I paused, decided it was too twee for me and then went inside. I aimlessly admired a few Fluevog shoes and then it dawned on me that what I really liked was the beret on two of the mannequins and I was looking for these berets within the shop. I did what any sensible woman does and I asked where they might be. The only two left were the ones on the mannequins but I was welcome to get one to try it on. Clever saleswoman! So I did.
I was drawn to the plum coloured hat, which skews a bit brown and thus is a rather useful colour for me. The other hat was black. Both have a colourful applique of flowers and are a thin cotton velvet. Berets tend to work for me, and the light weight cotton velvet just kept whispering seductively so I bought the hat. Much more fun than the groceries I was actually supposed to be buying and which I did go and get afterwards.
In a recent chat with Joni, where we talked about wearing our favourite things over and over, such as the same shoes all of the time, I joked that I would make a blog post showing the hat worn with a different outfit every day of the week. I am still considering the challenge of wearing this hat with a week's worth of outfits, but to begin with, here is the first wearing of the hat.
It was a day spent at home, but in the evening I had an appointment to pop out to. Popping out is always a good occasion for a beret!
No, I am not dressed in all black, though all of my colours are definitely dark. The jeans are dark blue and so are my boots. The tee shirt is plum as is the beret and the cardigan is charcoal grey. My eyes are heavily made up, or at least the Shawna version of heavily, and my face and lips are bare. The usual silver jewelry is present, with earrings and finger rings on constantly and only the need to put on my locket (containing a photo of my son, of course) to look like I actually made an effort. This is easy, Standard Shawna, a look I would have had twenty five years ago.
The plant next to me is thriving, did you notice? The stack of books is gone in preparation for the painter.
According to somebody's rules, I am supposed to be wearing a statement necklace that draws attention above my bust. I'm probably also supposed to make sure my shirt is not sort of rumpled like that in front, but rules were made to be ignored. I have no idea why my right hand looks so odd and small and deformed. I just checked and it is still exactly as it has always been and is quite successfully operating the mouse and typing away on the keyboard.
Proof of Colour:
It's really lovely Autumn weather, though we could use rain. I enjoy the sunshine coming in my windows and stepping out onto the balcony for a bit of fresh air. I also love watching the clouds. My geraniums suffered a little in the summer drought, and did not grow much though they did bloom. Matty likes to perch in this sunny corner.