sunshine, cherries, arbor

As I sat at my desk this morning I could see through the window the blue sky and green vines crawling up the banister, studded with little fuchsia flowers. It was just the thing, so vivid. Everything looks good with the sky here, that particular shade of blue. I took a long walk in the park and then walked home toward the sunset, which turned the downtown high-rises marigold before pinking the sky and sinking altogether. This coming week will be warm, and I'd be delighted to see it stay that way for awhile. I have no ties to November. Velvet can wait.

Sunny days demand sunny girls with a sense of humor about things. I've been nursing an ongoing obsession with vintage hats, and when I stumbled on this one back in October (not three days after swooning over this ADR gem) I knew it had to be in my wardrobe. I've already worn it out once to a Hemingway-influenced bar in Hollywood. Cherries match every occasion. Fact.


Vintage dress and hat, YSL shoes.




Did I mention the glorious sunshine?





This is the best bit of my backyard. The slipdress is from the 1940s, I think. The sweetheart neckline is pretty intense, but the length is perfect. I was going to wear a little 1930s organdy dress over it, but the yellow was so cheery I just couldn't cover it up. Delirium is still delight.