i stayed in town all last week, at my mom's, doing laundry and eating lots of junk food, but also thieving apples from a secret garden of sorts. some seeds also found their way into my possession. i took lots of photos but it was so dark they are all more or less blurry. it was amazing, i had never seen cabbages that size, unreal. i don't even know what to compare them to. wonder what they've buried in there...
there are no urban photos to show. mainly because my home town is undergoing some sort of forced facelift and it feels ruined for me. why can't people see the charm of worn out things? also, someone has gone way too paving-stone happy out there. those streets are a nightmare to folks with that neurosis where you can't step on a seam or a crack. and to people who, in general, find that less is more...
today dad and i went to pick up my bike from a friend's yard, left behind when i moved. a vine had already begun to entangle it, like in sleeping beauty. i need to take it out on some rides to make up for the abandonment. it wasn't the first time, either.
i've been fantasizing about a particular kind of trousers for a long time, and even tried on a pair almost it, only in twill, last week. nearly bought them, but my intuition told me i'd find better ones. i'm so glad i listened because today i threw my hands in the air in glee inside a fitting booth after pulling on my new, wine red, skinny (and perfect) fit corduroy pants. i thought for sure i'd have to make them myself! this never happens. never ever. they'll be perfect for fall, which i heard starts next week, can't wait...
actually, i had a pretty perfect shopping trip, got everything i went looking for, even the elusive facial cleanser. no lemon verbena incense though, but i'm content with green tea. to top it off i found a 'bring them back something' gift for dad's lady friend, a pitcher that matches some glasses they have collected together, and dad found out at the register that it was on sale as well. i was on fire.
in the end, i'm happy to be back out in the country where the wild puffballs are.
