I do know, however, that it says "Boulenger" and "Blanc 84," which the internet says means it's silverplate (not sterling), and French (if that was not obvious).
and am just starting
but it's going to take incredible willpower to read anything other than
but I'm trying. I've never read Vonnegut, and I hear I'm missing out.
I've spent today sorting out yet more apartment stuff, polishing silver (similar motions are required to clean the Chain Chomp), and failing at internet research on vintage things. And I haven't learned any more Arabic letters. Fail. But this arrived!
Dear Ms. B,
Above, fedora that now looks okay with my short hair: Forever21. Green tee: Lady Footlocker + silkscreen. Dress: made by my grandmother. Sweater: Ann Taylor Loft. Belt: GAP, brother's. Tights: Look from London via Buffalo Exchange. Oxfords that were supposed to be retired: Payless.
I don't know if it's the clothes or the full face of makeup, but I feel like a girl.
Not the prettiest or neatest (ahahaha. That is like 3 layers of backstitching...), but my lighter Levi's from Costco (!) wouldn't have gotten any more wear if I kept them boot cut, so I skinnified them. They originally looked like this: 1, 2 (fourth outfit), 3 (7th outfit)
They're pretty beat up and need some polishing, but I will try to love them. After an excruciating hour and a half of online research I have determined that these William Rogers spoons are the "Talisman" design, which was first produced in 1938.
Above, sweater: mother's. Ruffled shirt: Esprit. White tee: Old Navy. Shorts: Old Navy + scissors. Tights: generic. Shoes: Fafi for Adidas.
Above, wedges: Nina.
And the strange fabric choices, like this random bit of velveteen on the belt loop:
And the lining:
Actually, I cut them short enough that the pockets could hang out (a la trendy denim cutoffs), but I chose to wear them tucked up today. But how exciting it will be when I let these floral babies hang.
Oh, sweet Jesus, that was horrific, and I'm only exaggerating a little. Seriously, what was going ON in my mind when I put those on? (Something along the lines of "Let's blind people today" or "Let's pretend I'm hiding a pregnancy.") In any case, I enjoy scissors.
Here's what I've been up to! Arabic alphabet flashcards, although I'm still missing quite a few. (Can anyone tell me if my handwriting is bad or not? I feel like my Arabic letters are looking all Chinese... like an accent... but in written form.)
And there is something profoundly magical about Harry Potter. I take back what I said years ago about Sorcerer's Stone not being well-written. I never noticed how strong the narrator's voice is, or how well JKR must have planned everything out, because she drops hints everywhere about what's to come, and how sad Harry is (he cries! And is all the more human for it), and how eleven year old boy Malfoy is, and how fleshed out the magical world is. This is a whole brand of epic in itself.
Although I cannot for the life of me imagine when a $6 book was normal. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close and The Kite Runner were both $14 each.
I'll be starting Chamber of Secrets tonight.
