Herself: Loosening up in class. Bailed out of the noisemaker business by G. Spending my four times a year inheritance and luxury pittance at a bookstore. Oh, I appreciate every extra penny. Both G and I talked with an expert about Ba. The solution is some form of action.
Consensus: Leave the notes open and delete as I go. I prefer open access myself.
Reading: Phaidon’s The Fashion Book, an encyclopedic reference work to the fashion industry. Fascinating.
Balance: Loosening up with a bit of paint and a pen.
I have my poetry workshop at eleven and not one word written. I confess.
As I climbed into bed last night, the design of the poem appeared….and the first words stayed right there in my mind until I began writing this morning. They fell right out onto the computer, and I welcomed them.
Yesterday, I had pored over photographs and brief entries from Phaidon’s The Fashion Book interested in the industry via Project Runway and the film September Issue. I will never make a fashion statement of any sort, but a tiny fragment of interest was stirred by Project Runway winner Christian Siriano’s outrageously delightful designs.
There’s another volume that caught my eye at the book store; the Vogue version of life in clothing since Worth. I hovered not quite wanting to spend all my trust fund pennies on two similar books.
Who knows where interests will wander.
“The hot winds of fall pour in…
Schaiparelli like...” I begin writing.