Good Friday

[rolanni]

Yesterday, as previously advertised, Steve and I went to Belfast. It was a brilliant, blue, warm, just-breezy-enough day, and we took our sandwiches and chocolate milk (calcium *Good.* Sigh)down to the public boat launch and had ourselves a modest and relaxing pre-season picnic. The floats were still in, piled untidily up at the entrance to the park, and the only vessels in the harbor were the two tugs and the portmaster's skiff. Most of the downtown stores had their doors open to catch the warm breeze (50 degrees F! A heat wave!) and there was a fair crowd of folks outdoors in their shirt sleeves, smiling in the sunlight.

Came home by way of Searsport, Stockton Springs, Winterport, Bangor -- which is your long way 'round the barn, and spent the evening reading -- Vogue, in my case. My *dear*, I don't get out enough -- and petting cats.

Paid bills this morning for a change, caught up on newsgroups and usenet, fiddled with the journal, and now I'm outta here for the rest of the day, and possibly the evening, too.

Comments

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I've read Vogue, Cosmo, People and whatnot only sporadically during my life. At one point it actually did matter what I wore (to a certain limited extent -- there's only so much one can do with six-foot, scrawny, and scads of angled, attitudinal hair. At least with the time I was willing to put in on grooming. Glamorous has always been beyond me, though I occasionally achieve Neat.), and I did pay attention to color, texture and Coolness more back then. Nowadays, I'm more likely to swipe clothes and jewelery for the characters out of Vogue. In fact, the reason I picked up this issue was because, while I was standing in line at the grocery store, flipping through the magazine, I spotted an Outfit which one of the characters in the book-just-finished, sequel-to-be-written, would die for.

Me, I dress in New England chic: blue jeans and flannel shirts in the winter; blue jeans and t-shirts in the summer.

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

>there's only so much one can do with six-foot, scrawny, and scads of angled, attitudinal >hair.

Get a job in Fashion.

You could have been the Devil who Wore Prada!

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

You could have been the Devil who Wore Prada!

Another missed opportunity, dadrabbit...