spring whites (and the angry appendix)
This past Thursday my appendix decided to have a diva moment, landing me in the hospital, and then onto the surgeon’s table Friday evening (there’s room for only one diva in this body, thank you very much). I’m back at home now, recuperating with fancy fresh-pressed juices and catching up on all my favorite blogs, and only slightly sad to be missing that once dangling little piece of myself.
I’m not sure when I’ll be well enough to strut around in high heels and feel somewhat photogenic again, but as soon as I do, I promise to throw on a little crop top and wear my new scars out and proud. Until then, please enjoy the piece I planned on running earlier this week, and feel free to share any of your wicked surgery stories in the comments.
Screw winter white. When the sun sets no later than 4 or 5, and brown snow and slush pool at sidewalk edges, my cheeks red, hands numb, I cannot tolerate the innocence and optimism of white. If I must leave the house, I’m six layers under, stomping around in heavy-heeled black boots, a dark coat and a thick scarf coiled up to my eyeballs. White, I save for spring.
Spring. Sheer layers of silk chiffon and soft white denim, cool humid air and finally a true sun – these are what I crave. The smell of sunning grass floating through opened windows, the first crocus, daffodil, tulip. Bare legs and a light jacket. Pink lips and peach cheeks. I’ve been perusing the usual online retailers, collecting lists of what I want for the new season and reimagining my look. Less structure and more flounce. That feeling of being a little undone, a little unbuttoned. I’m ready, I think, to be a springtime femme.
|ABOVE| Maje rainette silk organza dress, Delfina Delettrez m’ama non m’ama ring, Rag & Bone the hyde skinny jeans, Helmut Lang slim suede blouse, Chloé susanna studded boots, KORS Michael Kors adrielle pumps, Catbird Jezebel ant studs (similar here)