cardigan- Merona via Target, dress-- vintage via DollyDressShop, tights- E.G. Smith via Sock Dreams, shoes- Restricted via 6pm?
Not like a clown, but like the entire tent and everyone in it, the faux peanuts, the stale butter smell, and the animals! As far as boldness goes, these are my colors-- rich, muddled versions of pure colors. The cardigan is berry red, the dress not-quite-navy, and the tights? I don't even know what color to call them. "Hot caramel" or something, sort of a bright yellow-brown. Please excuse my awkward hand gestures in this picture, as it's awfully cold out (and I asked the gent to man the camera)! In addition, I'm growing out my hair a bit, so I've got a bit of a ragamuffin mop these days. I think that just adds to the scampish charm ;).
But what's this? What else has your humble showwoman done today for your delight?
Well, I made bread again. I'm really getting to be a pro at it. In honor of my freshly baked bread, I had simple open-faced sandwiches for dinner: a little hot and a little cold. Of course, everything is washed down with hot black tea from my favorite mug!
Are you getting sick of me posting these lame sandwich meals? I mean, they're really not particularly insightful or effort-intensive. That's part of the reason they make such a good meal sometimes though-- you can't always be struck by culinary brilliance, and even if you are, you don't have the time... although I actually look forward to this kind of dinner a lot, believe it or not. I feel like the pure simplicity of the presentation allows for me to really savor particular flavors I'm really craving-- whether the it's rustic meatiness of keilbasa, smooth mildness of a fresh cheese, perfect honied snap of apple, swarthy buzz of mustard, petite robust smokey-sweetness of crunchy nuts... or the unmistakable, unforgettable homeyness of a hot loaf of bread on a cold winter's night.
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