A Silver Lining

Last week was rather emotionally turbulent, so I was indeed exceedingly grateful for a relaxing weekend of incredible sanguine weather, beautiful friends visiting from out of town, and some quality cuddling time with my plump and darling niece. Lately, my perpetual, soothing mantra, almost dogmatic, plucked from the poetic lines of gloriously hair-sprayed, bastions of 1980s decadence Loverboy: working for the weekend. I repeat these words, again and again, generally in an internal monotone, occasionally, sung in the shower with a presumed imagined guitar riff. While this philosophy of spending time purely to be able to ultimately pass time leisurely, a sort of deferred fulfillment, is antithetical to how I would prefer to approach lifestyle management, it seems to have become a necessity as of late. Ideally, I will attempt to translate this approach to a less literal interpretation: weekend can be substituted for activities such as playing basketball, reading short fiction, writing poems, cooking a roast chicken, baking biscuits, and so forth, as can easily be accommodated into my after office hours schedule.

These photographs were captured a few weeks ago, prior to embarking on a familiar Friday evening trek to my favorite local cocktail bar for some simple, relaxing frivolities.



I had purchased this particular hue of L’Oréal lipstick, Plum Explosion, with the grandiose expectations that the name branding would be delivered unto my lips: I wanted something deep plum. This shade was not so much plum as it was a wine-infused orange pink, which, ironically, are two colors I typically avoid when perusing lipstick. Alas, my fate. Nevertheless, the potent perfume of fresh, untainted tube of stain was delightful.



After a long week, feeling a bit forlorn and beaten up, when one necklace seems to suffice, add another; the affect is thrilling and chilling.


For a moment of self reflection, convex mirror-like earrings.




These shorts were purchased in time for the last summer season; while I adore the horizontal stripe, alternating cream and blue chambray, the embarrassingly short length was a bit disappointing. Online illusions trump me once again. Lately, I have been wearing them with opaque tights, a look I much prefer as it flatters my legs a bit more.


This is the one and only time this past winter season that I wore my rabbit fur coat; frankly, it was not even truly cold enough to warrant animal fur the other week, but I knew for certain the window was closing so I took advantage of the mild evening bite. Adieu, dear fur, until next year, when surely the winds will howl and the ice will flail upon humanity once more.


It is difficult to harbor tension and stress from various professional obligations when a trail of glitter runs along the calf; very difficult indeed.