Thursday, May 15, 2014
I wore this belt because of the little girl I've been babysitting, who is a big fan of butterflies and sparkles. Whenever we walk down the street or play in the garden, we'll spot a Cabbage White or a Monarch dancing through the flowers. My small friend gets excited, although she is frustrated by how quickly they disappear. "Butterflies are scared about us," is her solemn comment.
This dress was perfect for lazing around in the sun at Dolores Park, a prime people-watching spot in San Francisco. I spent a couple of hours there with my cousin, kicking back and catching up. While riding the train home from the city, I finished A Moveable Feast, the first full Hemingway book that I've read. His writing is sparse but romantic. "Sparse but romantic" might also be a fitting description for a lace-printed halter dress with a short hem. I love the juxtaposition of Grandmother's doilies and the modish mini.
I filched these flip-flops from my sister. I might need to find a pair of my own before I wear hers to death...