THE HUNDRED-DAYS' DRESS: DAY 11


 Going for a walk on the river trail today –– hard to believe it's been more than a month since our last walk there. The two-week fiction-writing residency ate up a lot of summer. 



Getting one more day out of my Day 3 hair, last washed on Saturday morning. My bangs are all wonky and at an awkward stage, on the way to growing out into the long angled bangs I envision keeping. Today I twisted them back with little claw clips to keep them out of my way. 



Wearing Camellia just as she comes, with bike shorts under and sneakers for the walk, since the trail is graveled. 



As always, while I think the swing shape is probably not the most flattering for the pears among us (i.e., me), it is cool and versatile and not-uncute at all. The Camellia has a nice drape which mitigates a lot against my looking like a total triangle. And honestly, the color is so good . . . it almost doesn't matter. She makes my indeterminate eyes very blue! I had worried, before she came, that she would be too short to wear comfortably – now I find myself wishing she were just a hair shorter and wondering if I could shrink her just a tiny bit without ruining everything. I am glad I didn't buy a long. And I am thinking that I could have bought a small, though as thin as the fabric is (a plus in my view), anything clinging would not have worked so well for me. I am seriously considering a small Sierra as my reward dress: another tank dress, but heavier-weight and possibly a tad shorter. A lot depends on what colors are available when I finish my challenge and receive my gift code . . . we shall see. I had been thinking a marine-blue Rowena, but the more I consider, the more I think another tank dress might work harder for me year-round. But again, a lot depends on colors . . . 

Well, off to the river! More anon, perhaps. Or perhaps not. 

YES, MORE ANON: 

After our walk, back home, writing on the front porch, with my sneakers swapped for EVA Birks, and a thrifted chambray tencel shirt thrown on, because I was chilly in the house. 









Blue on blue on blue: layering blue as my personal neutral. 

I think tomorrow I might try a coin-and-hair-tie trick to gather my dress in front just a bit, either right in the center or to one side, at the empire-waist mark. 

Back view of today's hair. I twisted back my bangs, but also pulled my ponytail through for a larger twist. My hair in real life is not this red – I used a filter to improve the lighting, and it does brighten colors a bit. In real life, the lapis shade of my dress is more muted, a little more like a washed indigo than a jewel tone. Eventually, I hope, I'll have a camera that will take truer images. 



Thinking that later on I might go for a cruise through Goodwill*. I really would like to replace my thin tan belt, which fell apart about a month ago, and which I've really missed. And I'm always on the lookout for cardigans. I would need to swap out something in my cardigan bin if I bought a new one, however . . . but if I found something I really wanted, then so be it, I would say. I think I'm about ready to take the outbox to donate, having rescued a few things out of it for the time being –– it's about full, soon to be overflowing, so I really need to move that stuff along. Anyway, having hit a  stopping point in the new novel I seem to be knocking together, it seems to me that a soupçon of retail therapy, of the secondhand variety, might be in order. 

Also, we're going to a wedding next weekend, and I'm on the hunt for items to dress up Camellia for the occasion. I might have something already in my closet, but then again, there might be something spangly waiting for me at Goodwill**. Who knows! 

LATER: 

* Or not

** For lo, I have found the spangly thing in my own closet. Stay tuned. 

ALSO: Feels like a score, when I want to go thrifting and don't, because I realize I actually DON'T NEED TO. Yes, I want a belt. But I don't have to have it today. Just . . . you know . . . by December 31, so that 2022 (when I have a novel coming out, and therefore maybe a book tour) can be a no-buy-clothing year, when there's nothing at all that I really need, and I can just wear and enjoy the clothes I have.