Dream Bird . . . To Wear

Hmmm, this photo got me thinking:

About how much I do not love ravens.

Growing up they used to torment me every Saturday morning, starting their chants before 6:00 A.M. and all I wanted was sleep. I would dream of taking a baseball bat to them one day. I wanted them to hurt. But they did have a lovely coat of feathers.

It's like that poem says:

Take thy beak from out my heart,

and take thy form from off my door!

And get thee to my shoulders.

The more raven-jackets the better. I haven't completely decided, but I'm pretty sure I don't believe in bird-karma.

What I Wore . . .

. . .When I wanted to dress 'Autumn' in the never-ending summer.

A black felt hat.

I know about the different styles of hats

and I KNOW this isn't a Spanish Cordobes hat

-- it's a Pork Pie

(that I bought at the lovely Village Scandal).

But I love convincing myself this is more Spanish

than the alternative.

Images of Spain are more lovely to contemplate than say,

images of Boy George.

I know the pork pie was worn by Buster Keaton

and Gene Hackman

but for some reason I think '80s' when I hear 'pork pie.'

And 'a savory British meal.'

Maybe I need to make the plunge to a wider brim

for everyday use.

So I can stop deluding myself.

But back to dressing fall-in-the-summer . . .

I still can't stop wearing these Isabel Toledo's shoes

from her first Payless collaboration.

They satisfy my newly instated heel height requirement for shoes.

And I can walk in them for hours.

Plus, I adore her and her husband Ruben and like wearing anything that reminds me of them. They walked past me during my last NYC trip and I got a bit giddy. They are just as small and beautiful as you would imagine.