could spend a hundred years adoring you
when you have a new dress, everything is magical.
i ordered myself this pretty gunne from the lovely etsy shop laiet for a wonderfully reasonable price.
i already have a similar one but addie has been borrowing it for the last couple years and i don't really have the heart to wrench it away. so i got myself a new dress, and i am in love.
like brigit wrote, this is the outfit i could wear forever.
it makes me feel me.
so i drove up the hill (listening to miss magical herself, joanna's glorious album from last spring which feels perfect for this time of year) to go to the thrift stores in camino and pollock pines.
at snowline hospice i filled my arms with 4 bright cushions in orange, patchwork blue, teal green and bold ruby red, with the notion to redecorate my living room. i saw an old friend with his two little beautiful daughters and it started snowing outside. my heart was singing as i made my way up to addie's house.
i knew i couldn't stay long in her winter wonderland.
just a dash and a twirl in the snow in my admittedly wintry dress.
addie had been running on her treadmill.
took a break to have a cup of coffee with me in her cozy kitchen.
i left her to work on her homework in her cozy ship house as i headed back into the blizzard to try to make my way home, a wayward snowbound pirate.
after a very scary, very slow drive following the snow plough for 10 miles, i made it back down to our rainy hills and got off the freeway and away from crazy drivers. meandered instead through the wineries and freshly blossoming apple trees of the farms of apple hill.
and look who i happened upon grazing in a foresty herd:
they seem like remnants from long ago,
with their rugged handsome faces, big shaggy coats, fur encrusted with moss and weeds.
geese were landing and preening on the pond,
castaways from their journey's reverie.
with misty breath, by the winding road, water shaking from my hair and the sound of goats and geese,
i felt the memories of what seems like a hundred years of rambles through these hills.
like stopping at the old pear orchard that is gone now, for a midnight talk with my old friend nate.
18 years old and full of wild whisperings of things to come.
memories have been flooding my soul this early spring, it happens when you return again and again to haunt your old haunts.
the smell of woodsmoke and wet barns,
a leaning ladder, a rowboat perched along the shore,
the quiet plop of jumping fish.
back at home, darin and joey and emily were recording music.
the night rolled along and we gathered together for stories and ridiculous laughter. we watched the first edit of the next part of epic dust (so good, so exciting!) and stan and jamie and lesley came, bringing homemade beer, and we played balderdash.
oodalally what a day!
in my new dress, with the rain and wind, these crazy endless early spring storms...
i feel young and old. cozy, serene, and wild at once.
gunne dress: vintage, etsy
white shawl: thrifted last year
pouch necklace: gift from milla
amber necklace: gift from jocelyn
green scarf: i've had forever, maybe it was my mom's?
white underskirt: thrifted last year $1.50
boots: thrifted a long time ago
moonstone ring: gift from sara
sage green ring: gift from claire