Title : Walkin' on Sunshine. . . and Don't It Feel Good!
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Walkin' on Sunshine. . . and Don't It Feel Good!
(With thanks to Katrina and the Waves for my title . . . and apologies to you if you're now stuck with an earworm for the day. . . )
I'm fiddling a bit with my schedule these days, and I may end up shifting to only posting twice a week here -- which is what I'm trying this week, a Monday-Thursday posting schedule, and I may also try a Tuesday/Friday . . . .
And as I've mentioned several times, I'm also playing around with content, seeing what might keep you coming 'round to visit but also meet my changing interests and reflect my life as it evolves. . .
After Monday's travel post, I'm firmly back in Vancouver where it's quite chilly -- a few Celsius degrees of frost (-5 when I woke this morning and the hellebore flowers on the terrace are drooping disconsolately).
Tuesday morning, I had an appointment with my GP, and decided to extend the 1.5 kilometre walk there by another 3 kilometres to enjoy the blue skies and bright sunshine while doing a few errands I've been putting off. And I thought I might dress up a bit, taking the chilly temperature into account.
I haven't worn my Eileen Fisher pleated skirt for a while and it's not really warm enough for this weather, but with a pair of grey wool tights underneath, a layering of cashmere sweaters above, and a swath of silk wrapped securely around my neck, I was street ready. (in case you're wondering about the detail at bottom centre of that grey cashmere centre, that's the embroidered patch I made to mend a small hole.) I do know that the purple of the skirt is a different purple from that of the sweater; with the scarf mixing both hues with a few other colours, I like the combination. Probably not everyone's cup of tea.
Just needed sturdy boots now. Remember that Linda Wright Instagram post I mentioned recently? The one which brought her some flak for combining her cashmere with combat boots. It reminded me of my own pair of combat-style boots, Fluevogs that had disappeared into the very dark back of the hall closet. So I pulled those out instead of wearing my faithful Blundstones. Et voilà. C'est parti! (Just did a search of my archives to see how long I've had these boots -- here's a post featuring them six years ago, also with wool tights and cashmere and purple, but quite a different look. Interesting.)
Then my wool coat over my two layers of cashmere, and I was ready to head out. . .
An efficient morning, such that I've crossed annual tests and bra fittings and face cream supplies off my list for now and I got fresh air and exercise. This is a part of city life that I truly appreciate.
Even some public art to think about on the way home (and our marvelous snow-capped mountains backdropping the city). . . .
These Walking Figures -- by Polish sculptor Magdalena Abakanowicz -- might be familiar to you if you've visited Chicago where there are apparently 106 of them grouped in an installation titled Agora. There are only nine of the cast-iron, 9-foot, headless fellows walking toward the Cambie Skytrain station here in Vancouver, but they make quite an impression nonetheless. . .
Especially in bright winter sunshine when the shadows are so dramatically elongated. Even mine. . .
More walking today -- I'm getting my hearing checked again, seeing if my hearing aids need adjusting. Is anyone else finding this surveillance and maintenance of one's aging body a bit of a nuisance? (and yes, I agree that I'm lucky to be able to care for myself this well, lucky I still have a relatively healthy body to survey and maintain. But still. . . )
So I'm off, in the sunshine, and we will chat soon. Okay? (that's a hint, you know: leave a comment below, if you're so inclined. I do enjoy hearing from you.)
I'm fiddling a bit with my schedule these days, and I may end up shifting to only posting twice a week here -- which is what I'm trying this week, a Monday-Thursday posting schedule, and I may also try a Tuesday/Friday . . . .
And as I've mentioned several times, I'm also playing around with content, seeing what might keep you coming 'round to visit but also meet my changing interests and reflect my life as it evolves. . .
After Monday's travel post, I'm firmly back in Vancouver where it's quite chilly -- a few Celsius degrees of frost (-5 when I woke this morning and the hellebore flowers on the terrace are drooping disconsolately).
Tuesday morning, I had an appointment with my GP, and decided to extend the 1.5 kilometre walk there by another 3 kilometres to enjoy the blue skies and bright sunshine while doing a few errands I've been putting off. And I thought I might dress up a bit, taking the chilly temperature into account.
I haven't worn my Eileen Fisher pleated skirt for a while and it's not really warm enough for this weather, but with a pair of grey wool tights underneath, a layering of cashmere sweaters above, and a swath of silk wrapped securely around my neck, I was street ready. (in case you're wondering about the detail at bottom centre of that grey cashmere centre, that's the embroidered patch I made to mend a small hole.) I do know that the purple of the skirt is a different purple from that of the sweater; with the scarf mixing both hues with a few other colours, I like the combination. Probably not everyone's cup of tea.
Just needed sturdy boots now. Remember that Linda Wright Instagram post I mentioned recently? The one which brought her some flak for combining her cashmere with combat boots. It reminded me of my own pair of combat-style boots, Fluevogs that had disappeared into the very dark back of the hall closet. So I pulled those out instead of wearing my faithful Blundstones. Et voilà. C'est parti! (Just did a search of my archives to see how long I've had these boots -- here's a post featuring them six years ago, also with wool tights and cashmere and purple, but quite a different look. Interesting.)
Then my wool coat over my two layers of cashmere, and I was ready to head out. . .
An efficient morning, such that I've crossed annual tests and bra fittings and face cream supplies off my list for now and I got fresh air and exercise. This is a part of city life that I truly appreciate.
Even some public art to think about on the way home (and our marvelous snow-capped mountains backdropping the city). . . .
These Walking Figures -- by Polish sculptor Magdalena Abakanowicz -- might be familiar to you if you've visited Chicago where there are apparently 106 of them grouped in an installation titled Agora. There are only nine of the cast-iron, 9-foot, headless fellows walking toward the Cambie Skytrain station here in Vancouver, but they make quite an impression nonetheless. . .
Especially in bright winter sunshine when the shadows are so dramatically elongated. Even mine. . .
More walking today -- I'm getting my hearing checked again, seeing if my hearing aids need adjusting. Is anyone else finding this surveillance and maintenance of one's aging body a bit of a nuisance? (and yes, I agree that I'm lucky to be able to care for myself this well, lucky I still have a relatively healthy body to survey and maintain. But still. . . )
So I'm off, in the sunshine, and we will chat soon. Okay? (that's a hint, you know: leave a comment below, if you're so inclined. I do enjoy hearing from you.)
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