The sun is out again! It's chilly, but not too cold. I'll throw a coat on to walk the dog and go to Mass, but maybe I won't need it when I come out.
Wearing today:
*Wool& Maggie dress (M/Long) in Marine Blue, bought May 2022
*Secondhand J.Jill linen-ramie cardigan, bought April 2023
*Secondhand New York Y2K New York & Co. red linen skirt, bought January 2023
*Keens Mary Jane shoes, bought January 2024
It's nice to have a liturgical break from purple, and to wear this long, flowy linen skirt, a great favorite of mine. In a longer skirt, I can get away with bare legs when otherwise I wouldn't be able to. These Keens Mary Janes are a good transitional-weather shoe: less overtly wintry than boots, but not rushing the summer season, and covering my whole foot.
I figured a flat, relatively supportive shoe would be a good choice for a liturgy with a lot of standing. Not that I really have any trouble standing, but my feet do start to hurt fast if I'm not wearing the right shoes (and when your feet hurt, before you know it your knees hurt, which means your hips start to hurt, and then your lower back . . .).
Relatedly, on my way back into town yesterday after confession, I passed a sign in a front yard advertising some local church's "Drive-Thru Live Passion." And I mean. No driving involved in ours, necessarily, but it's pretty much what we're all fixing to do this week.
AFTERNOON UPDATE:
Welp, the Fire Son arrived at the airport in what he thought was good time to make his early flight, only to find the TSA line snaked through the entire airport: flights cancelled, people rushing to make new flights, one checkpoint open to serve the entire Charlotte airport. So now he's got a flight out at the same time tomorrow and is back here, helping his father heft the other big curb-marted bookshelf (the twin to the one in the downstairs hall) up the stairs to the latter's office. It's nice to have him around a little longer, I must admit.
Nice Mass this morning, followed by some leisurely scrambled eggs with goat cheese (because I had it, that's why). Now Dora and I are lounging while the men haul furniture.
Meanwhile, gosh, all I want to do is think about pretty clothes. That's my escape fantasy, I guess, in the midst of lots of work (and probably also in the midst of all the Lenten purple). I feel very shallow feeling this way, but whatever. I'm ready for sandals and floaty dresses and bare shoulders and the whole warm-weather thing (remind me of this in September, please, when I've had some months of the very thing I long for now). Easter --- though I'll believe it when I see it --- is supposed to be sunny and warm. It'll be chilly at the Vigil, I imagine, but springtime-chilly, not wear-lots-of-layers chilly. I have my dress all ready, and a small selection of possible jacket or sweater layers . . . I know that there are more important considerations, but wow, this Lent has felt long, and wow, I want to wear my pretty dress. So there.