I'd love to read more critical pieces about the fashion industry, especially ones that examine the social and economic aspects of the business. As it stands, I have a love/hate relationship with fashion week and the frenzy it causes in the blogosphere. I can't turn myself away from the pictures, but I hate most of the dialogue.
Yep, love this. I love looking at Vogue, but I can't bring myself to read anything but a few captions. I used to hate-read the articles, but I can't even do that anymore, because the writers and/or their subjects are just so terrible and out of touch. I have a hard time justifying the cost of the magazine now (I know, I'm a grump). I'm sure this sample is just the tip of the iceberg.
BUT! I will read this every month. Joyfully.
This is the first piece of writing I've been able to relate to in a long time. My now-deceased grandmother made me an afghan as a wedding gift and it is one of my very few cherished possessions. It's made of the same acrylic wool as yours and the pattern is similar to the afghan you're making for your daughter. The colours in mine are varying shades of pink (including fuschia), which are not even close to my favourites, but, oddly enough, they match my couch.
Although she was happy about my marriage, my grandmother was, like your great aunt, deeply mistrustful of male authority figures, including my grandfather. She was very pleased that I got a good education. She even told me once that she had the opportunity to go to medical school, but refused. This would have been in the 1930s and 40s. I asked her why and she figured she mustn't have really wanted it. Maybe she didn't, but the answer was unsatisfactory to me at the time. It still is, and I sometimes wonder now what was going on there.
My favorite, readily-available cider is Crispin Imported English Cider. Crispin has several ciders, but this one, in green cans, is my favorite, since it's dry. I recently tried their Extra Dry, but found that it was too sweet.
If you like ciders with flavor, try the Etienne Dupont ciders. I love them, but they taste a bit like hay. They are from Normandy and are delicious.
Thank you for sharing this. Your mother is remarkable.
I love this. Beach hair is impossible to get, unless I actually go to the beach. Then my hair is full of salt.
This was great - very funny.
I loved this! Very lighthearted and touching.
@BosomBuddy Funny! I'm sorry you were grounded. I don't know if my parents ever saw my pictures, which were pretty harmless minus the boobs. If they did, thank god they never said anything.
This more or less represents my childhood perception of teenage girls. All the girls in my drawings had significant cleavage, though. For whatever reason, large breasts were a marker of the best kind of adulthood. Looking back on it, they probably also reflect how I absorbed and fetishized (maybe not the best word) the predominant feminine ideal at the time.
A+++++ for all the bright colors.