Might As Well Be Comfortable

I wish all of my clothes were made out of blankets, that way if I fell asleep with my clothes on; Fuckin' A, I'm tucked in-Mitch Hedberg

Not a blanket, but a satin bed sheet perhaps? I have been spending quite a lot of time in bed, all for naught as I'm too restless to sleep, but too exhausted to get up and do anything worthwhile. That's understandable though, and I'm trying to remind myself that my body's been through a lot and just needs time. Feels a bit like I'm losing my mind as well, but I'll chalk that up to covid, stress, and lack of sleep. If I wasn't prone to anxiety before, I'm likely not now. I could however, do without the racing heartbeat out of nowhere that feels like a panic attack, but goes as quickly as it arrives. Oh well, I managed to stay out of the hospital with covid, and I'm not dead, so I guess there's nothing to do but just get on with it, albeit at a much slower pace than I'm accustomed to.

I've owned this 80s dress for years, but somehow never wear it as the satin is heavy and not suited to the warmer seasons, yet the short sleeves won't do in our Nebraska winters. Finally, something made me think to throw a bodysuit beneath it, and here we are. Wearing it with black feels very 80s, though I'm not certain it would be my first choice were I working with a cooperative climate. It would look lovely on a cool but sunny spring day with strappy heels and bare legs. Sadly, we get perhaps two days a year that fit that description. 

There was never any question which coat would be worn with it. 

Everything but the boots are thrifted, though I've long since forgotten where. Hardly matters, unless you're planning a shopping trip to Nebraska, which I trust, you probably aren't.

Another Pterrible Dinousaur has joined my collection in the form of this travel drink holder (a tumbler from Tumblr, ha ha, ain't I clever?!) Dan bought me for Christmas.

I already own the ceramic mug for use at home, but now I can take my, "Wakeful beverage" with me if I ever leave the house again. 

Dan is back to school for his last semester of high school. Next week he has an online Zoom call with the university in Brussels, so we'll wait and see how that goes. He's already been accepted into the three universities he applied to stateside, with full scholarships to two. He's still waiting for word about money from the third. On a whim, he applied to what I'd describe as a "Prestige" university in St. Louis, Missouri. Remember when he was suspended from school for protesting the unfair treatment of his friend that was being bullied? He more or less worked that into his application essay on the subject of a time he, "Faced consequences for doing what was right." I told him he should send the principal a thank you card for getting him into college😊. It is a Jesuit university, so they're invested in the whole social justice/liberation theology thing. 

Turning 18 meant Dan needed to register for Selective Service (aka "The Draft"). I'm taking him next week to register to vote as well because now he has a personal interest in voting. He would have anyway, but I'm going to take him and we'll make a day of it. A couple of adulthood milestones. Still not old enough to drink or buy lottery tickets, but old enough to be drafted into the army. Something's really messed up with that.

I've finally been clear of covid long enough that we can eat dinner as a family again. After three weeks of dining in his room, Dan was happy enough returning to the table. I can't say I've been cooking anything terribly exciting, but the act of sitting at a table in a well lit room does enhance the activity if not the food. I still can't smell or taste anything, but I have enough experience from years of cooking to proceed without my senses. I will say, not being able to smell means relying on my eyes much more. Hopefully, that's coming back soon. It is such a strange experience to suddenly encounter the world without smell. I'd joke about it being a blessing in disguise, but it really isn't. I even tried sticking my nose into the strongest perfume I own-some vintage Youth Dew from the 70s. Nothing. My sense of taste is destroyed as well with everything tasting bitter, but not in a nice way like broccoli rabe/rapini.

It looked good, and as the saying goes we, "Eat with our eyes." That's curried yellow split peas with roasted butternut squash. A little dense on carbohydrates, but the diabetic didn't have rice with it, so still within permitted limits. 

 We had an unseasonably cold December, but now as the temperatures have moderated somewhat, I'm dressing for early autumn again. Ignore my growing out hair. I'm in dire need of a haircut.

The skirt is vintage by Jackfin, and the jacket is part of my Amana Woolen Mills suit.

The suit dates to the 80s. These days the mill focuses on making blankets. I have a few other pieces from Amana, but they're sweaters. Finding this suit was such a lucky thing.

The carved carnelian ring features a bird, but the photo is bad. I'll try to get a better one as it is a lovely piece.

Skirt label

Bag and shoes are more wine coloured in person

Suede lined bag. Still in nice condition, and I rarely use it.

A bit better photo of that ring. I suspect this will be one of those pieces that defy being photographed. We all have those.

I was unsure how pea green and wine would look together, but it turned out to be a pleasing combination. The skirt has a Made in Korea tag which makes me think 80s, possibly 90s. We haven't imported much clothing from Korea since. The skirt is made of a nice, soft wool and is fully lined.

Still experimenting with bras. This one is unstructured and feels like more of a sports bra. I'm not convinced it was the best choice for this sweater so I'll try something else next time.

Can we talk about these shoes though?

Vintage shoes are always a gamble as they can fall apart with the first wear.

But I was willing to take a chance as they were inexpensive, and had a fantastic label.

Florsheims were quality shoes. Hopefully, they'll hold up. I needed purple shoes in my life. 

Finally, a 70s does 30s nylon maxi dress having a first wear.

 First wear for the novelty earrings as well.

And that's about it from here. Take care, see you soon.