Mum's the word

This week I am pretty sure we had the last day jacket-free day for next 5 months. I knew it as it was happening, too. Walking down the street thinking oh god please let this never end. It's going to, so what is there to do but love it while you got it.

I found this blouse a few days ago, picked it up thinking it was a funny little 1970s Annie Hall polyester deal. After closer inspection, it's silk (with hand sewn buttonholes) from the 1940s. There's a boy in my life who's parent's apartment in the 1970s was in Annie Hall. I've touched a sofa that was in Annie Hall. I can't even make stuff like this up.

Flowering has slowed a little since wedding season started to snooze. I've been stealing away every weekend this month for either work or play and have gorged on leaves and fires and antique shops. I found my dream edwardian boots with jazzy little lizard buckles, in my size and barely worn. I've had bucket fulls of flowers every moment since September. I'm also loving trashy, corner store spider mums right now and I don't care who knows it.