[Daughters of the Revolution dress—seen here in winter mode—Riedel stemware + and a bunch of bracelets.]
I had a dream that I had somewhere to be and didn’t want to be found. I ran down the street to the gas station on the corner and waited for a girl about my height, with long brown hair and brown eyes, to show up, and when one did, I gave her one of my favorite sweaters and told her to wear it around from time to time.
Then I left.
As it ends up, she bought whole milk on each occasion to the store, thus rendering my clever doppleganger a total farce. It was figured out then that I was away trying to break a nail biting habit somewhere in the Berkshires, and when I came back, was informed I’d used up all my vacation days. Welcome to the subconscious of a frequent worrier.
Wearing long dresses sort of feels like going undercover. It’s a pretty badical maneuver, especially on a day when you barely feel like leaving the house. Long dress + sitting in office chair Indian style + endless amounts of Fleet Foxes in the ear buds = I’m there but I’m not. I encourage women—tall and short—to swath themselves in flowing layers. It does something to the soul of a woman.
This is all that I can think about lately: Taos Mountain Music Festival. I’m sure Coachella was awesome—Palm Springs and all—but any excuse to get back out to Taos is a perfect one for me. Music festival? We are so there. And we’re already plotting our trip. Are you ready for us, M?
This dress is definitely making the pilgrimage.