I like the wide lapels on this polka dot blouse and the way that the length fluttered in the breeze. I've paired it with the same black slacks I wore for the Six Item Challenge in July, my red sneaks, and the plaid thermos bag I've been using as a book bag this semester. Of the looks pictured in this post, this is the only look that garnered nary a compliment.
In this second look, I'm wearing an oxblood rayon top, with an unusual pattern of embroidery, simply paired with black jeans and my Swedish clogs. I've added a necklace made of a chandelier crystal and a "found" silver chain. This look did garner compliments.
Here, I'm dressed for a meeting at the district offices as well as a day of teaching on campus. I'm sporting the shoes that I blamed for setting off last week's funk. They are a nice leather flat, with leather appliques of leaves in various fall shades. I threw a Banana Republic tasseled bag over my shoulder and added a curious DIY ring.
The pants are a PERFECT fit, something that rarely happens in my thrift store shopping. The scarf has a nautical motif. And I'm sporting the Swedish clogs again.
All of these looks are more casual than in recent fall semesters as though I can't be bothered to dress up for the 75 minutes of face time with these students. I'm wondering too if it doesn't reflect a subconscious decision about my retirement...
What I won't share with you are the pink terry-cloth robe or the denim skirt I wear to sit Indian-style at my computer on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
I find myself thinking today of where I was 11 years ago today--just returning to campus from a year-long sabbatical and listening to NPR on my drive to work. The announcer suddenly sounded very confused and switched to a track of classical music. Overhead, I saw a jet make an unusual looping manuver in the clear blue sky. I would not realize what had transpired until I arrived and found everyone glued to televisions. Classes were not canceled though no one could focus on the subject matter at hand.
DH was working in an IRS facility and was actually locked in for two hours, then let go for the day. He called me at work to be sure that I was okay and that for me is the one positive thing that came from that day--the recognition all Americans felt to reach out and touch the ones they loved and the vulnerability we were temporarily willing to share with our fellow Americans. I'm curious, as I have readers world-wide, what you might recall from this date 11 years ago.