My lucky pants.....

These are "the" pants...

Oh sure, there will be more in my life - many will be sensible - lovely black tuxedo pants, jeans that actually make me look like I have a bottom, pants that hide my indiscretions with wine and chocolate..

but these are the pants...

I wore them last night to a restaurant.  We were having dinner with my two children, and my son's girlfriend, in honour of my husband's retirement.  I couldn't take my eyes off my legs.  I would glance down surreptitiously every few moments or so and think "I LOVE THESE PANTS".  The room had a glow about it (could have been the sunset - we were outside on a patio), likely basking in the golden threads of these pants.  When I went to the washroom, I could sense a collective hush as the pants walked through.  Or maybe not.  But I don't think I have felt that fine in a piece of clothing for a long time...

There is a flaw, however - one of the pockets was sewn incorrectly.  I will take them to my tailor for fixing, and it is not a huge issue.  They are four season and they are well and truly a jacquard, as opposed to the jacquard print that I bought in the winter from J Crew that were in fact not jacquard at all and had to go back...

I know one should not become attached to a "thing".  This is one of my inherent flaws - I do love things - in the coming weeks, I will take some photos around the house and you will see that this is so.  I am no minimalist, though I do admire a restrained style when I see it (Janet of the Gardener's Cottage, which you can visit here, is the perfect example of the style I adore and yet am completely incapable of living)

Oh well.  Here I am in the pants.  I am only learning to take these sorts of pictures and so I apologize for quality.  As well, I need to buy a new camera regardless, as mine recently died and I will need it in France!  The good thing about taking pictures is that you realize "Damn, yes, those 10 pounds do show..", so I am starting the "Wendy's Healthy Summer Regime" this weekend, which seems like a crazy idea when there are so many BBQs and pinot grigios to acquaint myself with since July is upon us, but these are size 6 pants and they are snug.  I can breathe, I can tuck, but I wouldn't comfortably want to do either...

Why are they lucky?  I raved to the waiter about my meal - chicken supreme on a sage risotto with wilted spinach, yum - and the chef sent me out a beautiful apple crumble on the house.  Sure, it might have been my sparkling personality after the cocktail and the malbec, but I know differently - it was the pants!

I hope you have a wonderful day!

I think I look asleep in this photo!  Oh well, I like to think I am looking down at the pants...

The Purolater man cometh....

But not with my new pants.  Nope.

He was supposed to bring this:




instead, I got this:



And the shirt was too baggy at my shoulders, which made look like:



It is going back.  I am trying to get ahold of my PS.  All in all, not a good day for clothing...

My Inner Drag Queen....

This is a post about something I am not particularly proud of...

At any point, I could easily slip over the edge. 

No, not to madness, but to an extreme garish version of myself, my own inner Ru-Paul.

I am driven to distraction by baubles and beads and sparkles and colour and flash and glitter.  I am constantly at risk of being the sartorial equivalent of a kindergarten art project. 

My latest acquisition, which has not yet arrived, are these beauties:



You can buy them yourselves here.  I got mine on the 30% off sale last week.  They were still very expensive, but I had rationalized in my mind that $210 CDN was so much less expensive than $534 CDN that they were a bargain!!!

I am not really sure where I will wear them.  I will try and tone them down.  I hope they fit and I hope they don't - do you ever wish that, too?  And I will post the results when they arrive.  And they are not final sale, for which I am eternally grateful...

Mostly though, I will hope that I don't pair them with a sequin top and chandelier earrings...  And if I do, it can only be a matter of time before I am carted off to perform in Vegas with a head dress and a tiara.  And then I will be happy!!!!!

In the beginning..

Choosing a blog name is hard, since I want to touch on many topics - clothing, gardening, cooking, good books, life in general and anything else that captures my fancy.

In the end I chose a quote from one of my "comfort" authors, L.M. Montgomery, and one of the greatest characters in the history of literature, Anne Shirley.  In Anne of Avonlea, she said "One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once."  Since I feel like that all the time, despite being only a few months away from my 50th birthday, this seemed pretty appropos!

I am a born optomist and I still see the world through the eyes of wonder.  I hope I impart at least some of that enthusiasm in this blog and for anyone who decides to take the journey with me - thank you!