Can't Get There From Here

Wook at da widdle baby wombat. Ooos mummy's widdle baby? Peek-a-boo.


Let's all have a nice moment of relaxation looking at Orson the wombat. Go on, I'll wait.


Better? Me too! I just spent two hours navigating closed lanes, broken traffic signals, and construction. I finally got where I was going to find it closed, as the power was out. I did what anyone would do-I hit the Goodwill for a bit of thrifting (successful). Then, I hugged the wombat. And grabbed a dish of ice cream.

I suspect a good deal of the chaos is people trying to get the jump on tomorrow's traffic by getting out of town early for the Memorial Day holiday. Why the city chose a busy holiday weekend to tear up one of the most heavily traveled intersections in the city, I don't know. Really, it couldn't wait until the middle of next week? Jeepers.

Fortunately, I can walk to the library and the grocer which are the only places I might need to go over the next few days, so I'm leaving the car at home and hoofing it like a proper city dweller. My plans for the weekend consist primarily of sleeping. That's my idea of a holiday.

By now you've noticed my black and white get-up for today. I was taking a page from Curtise's style book and tried mixing patterns. I think it worked. Mr. ETB was fooled into thinking it was a dress. I never would have mixed stripes with the design on the skirt on my own. I learn so much from other bloggers.

 I acquired a few new greys driving around Omaha today. Wow, I should not photograph the back of my head. What I can't see is best left alone. I don't look that grey from the front.

Before I get to the outfit particulars, I wanted to show you my next potential pair of frames. I've resisted having them set for myself as they were Mum's, but after more than two decades I've come to the conclusion it wouldn't be all that different from wearing her rings, necklaces, and hats. I don't look anything at all like her, so it isn't as though I'll be freaking myself out with each look in the mirror. If anything, I feel it would be kind of a nice thing to do. My intent is to have transitions lenses in them so I can use them indoors or out rather than getting the heavy tint my mother favoured. The really frightening thing is that the lens prescription isn't all that far off rom mine! I could almost use them as-is, except that I prefer a tri-focal.

 

I admit, when she came home with these in the 80's I was stunned speechless. "She's a rapper now?" I wondered. They were so big, and so flashy, I just cringed every time I had to look at them. My mother was a really beautiful woman, and I just couldn't understand the desire to wear these gigantic spectacles. That was then. Now that I'm the age she was when they were purchased, I get it. Large field of vision! Hides every single wrinkle above the cheekbones. These are the ultimate barrier-wear these and you don't really need to engage someone you don't care to. I wore them for five minutes and realised what a retreat they can be, whilst still being quite obvious. Marvelous, really. It took me twenty five years, but I finally get it. These are, Fuck You specs.

That said, I have a much smaller head than my mother did. Literally, I'm not talking about self-confidence, I mean she had a big head. I don't have a big head, and I'm slightly concerned that I'm going to look like an insect in these. Perhaps they will be better without the tint, and being adjusted a bit higher on my nose. Anyway, these will likely be my spare-specs, and I'll have either the gold or the black vintage frames re-set for everyday. I like options.

You won't hurt my feelings (because I'll do whatever the hell I feel like anyway) and your opinions are welcome.

Outfit Particulars:

Top-Retail maybe fifteen years ago?
Skirt-Thrifted, Goodwill
Jacket-ancient, from Dots when I lived in Boston
Earrings-Hand-Me-Ups
Bracelets-thrifted here and there
Lippy-Loreal British Red
Hair bow-Mum's
Belt-Thrifted
Grey Hair-provided by Nebraska Department of Roads-Thanks a lot!

Orson the wombat is wearing the cutest little vintage headscarf I found at Hand-Me-Ups. Got a green one too.

Well, I'm going to enjoy not driving anywhere tonight, and this delicious dish of vanilla ice cream I made myself. Ahhhhhh.