Bee balm in bloom.
The salad I made last night to accompany our steaks was also very beautiful:
Bought spring mix with homegrown blackerries and gooseberries, feta crumbles, and broken bits of thin hard crackers the husband happened to bring home, to add some crunch. The dressing was olive oil (no, I don't know how much --- enough to fill a small jam jar about 1/5 full, maybe), a generous but not too generous splash of white-wine vinegar, a couple of tablespoons of honey, and some very thinly sliced and minced Vidalia onion, which I let sit and marinate in the vinegar, oil, and honey for a good while before I tossed it into the salad. I had already added salt and pepper to the salad itself, so I didn't add them to the dressing --- otherwise I would have done so. The marinade took the bite out of the onions (which were sweet anyway), and it was all very delicious.
Today is Father's Day, and the Artgirl and I need to finish assembling the goodies we plan to present at supper (which will probably be a dinner salad of grilled chicken over greens with berries, because now I have a big container of these greens, plus berries. And feta. I still have feta. Essentially dinner tonight will be last night's salad, with added chicken).
It's Trinity Sunday, the one day of the year when I can confidently expect to get to sing the alto line to "Holy, Holy, Holy." Thunderstorms once again in the forecast, with a high in the mid-80s Farenheit. Tomorrow is supposed to approach 90F; a week from tomorrow they're predicting our first real break into the 90s. Sumer is icumen in for real.
Wearing:
*Secondhand Not Perfect Linen Smock dress (M) in Emerald Green, bought November 2024, last worn May 18. Wears in 2025: 9
*Trades of Hope silk-cotton kimono, bought May 2024, year 2 of wear
*Secondhand Birk Papillio sandals, year 1
I was going to wear my L.L. Bean blue-patterned skirt today. But then I tried it on with the blue tank I had planned to wear with it, and . . . it felt weird. It fit weird. It wanted to bunch up. I knew it would drive me insane in Mass. So I changed my plan and am now wearing a dress I know I can rely on.
I'll give the skirt one more try, tomorrow when I'm not going anywhere and can change if I feel unhappy with it --- but I dunno. It seemed to fit so well the day it arrived, but somehow, when I want to wear it somewhere, it just doesn't. Even after a wash the linen is very stiff, which I don't love. It's such a pretty skirt, but pretty does me no good if it doesn't also feel good when I wear it. This might, sadly, be another big miss.
Just-washed, basically nekkid hair, with nothing but LUS 3-in-1 combed through. I'll diffuse it the rest of the way dry before we leave for Mass, and will probably pull it back in a claw clip.
Time to tie this off and walk the dog.
PRE-MASS OUTFIT SHAKEUP
I think I'm just restless and indecisive today. Anyway, here's how I've ended up:
Switched out my wedge sandals for Crocs, just because. And the kimono for this silk-cotton beige cardigan, again just because. This feels more the way I was wanting to feel, although I didn't know I wanted to feel that way until I hit on this combination.
Right now I have the cardigan tied, but if it comes untied, no biggie. Anyway, here's to listening to your own subdermal discomfort. I can't explain why I feel happier dressed as I am in these bottom photos, because there's nothing objectively wrong with how I had styled this dress before. But I am happier, and I'm glad I listened to my own subdermal discomfort before I left the house. I hate being indecisive and changing clothes a lot, especially before I go somewhere, but better to be truly at ease in what I'm wearing than not. Not that where I'm going is at all about what I'm wearing, but if I am happy and comfortable, then I can quit thinking about my clothes altogether.