Although my financial situation has not permitted me to fully express it, the simon-purity of my devotion to the cause cannot be questioned; I've never deviated in my emotional commitment.
April 21: susurrous
While he spoke, I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the seat; I wanted nothing else to distract from his susurrous voice, which always curled my toes.
April 22: flyting
It could not quite rise to the level of 'flyting', but I always enjoyed the dismissive and vaguely insulting banter that passed for conversation between Sleek and me.
The dresses arrived on Thursday, which happens to be 'IT consultant day' at my place of work. That means that poor, long-suffering Ted (it's a very apt nickname) had to go through the mini-fashion show roughly six times, as various coworkers wandered through and demanded to view the choices. I'd ordered the Draped Darling (pictured in this post), Un-Twill We Meet Again, and Sheath All That (both from this post). Rather surprisingly, Sheath All That is the big winner for right now—barring any major changes in body shape by the end of July. Un-Twill We Meet Again is a close second, though, and definitely a keeper. (It also took Ted's unequivocal thumbs-up!) Draped Darling, while very cute, was just not right for me. The drape was really the least of it: with, er, something to hold it up (and out), the size and shape of it was inconsequential. The problem with the dress was in the length of the bodice, which ended about 2/3 of the way down my ribcage. That's an odd place to be cut off, and also an odd place to have the "waist" of a skirt flounce out. It's really too bad, because the skirt is extremely cute, very full and swingy and with that edging of the drapey fabric. Though, also, the straps (made of the same fabric) were much more wide than they appeared in the original photo, probably 4" at the top of my shoulders, which was not flattering for me. In all, I'm not sad to see that one go. The other two will be welcome additions to my wardrobe! And Modcloth.com is awesome from the ordering, shipping, returning, and exchanging standpoints. I couldn't be happier!
As some of you know (and others may have guessed), there's a guy. I met him a while ago, six months or more, and we went out for the first time about a month ago. When the weather was still summery. (We're headed into another week of almost winter-like conditions; there is a freeze warning tonight, and the highest forecast temperature in the next 10 days is on May 1, when it still isn't predicted to top 70°. This is a crazy, crazy spring.) I'm not sure what to say about him except that I like him a lot and his feelings about me are less...certain. Well, he might be sure about them, but I'm not. There are so many fine lines, you know? Not wanting to be too tentative. Nor heedless and blind. Not wanting to lie. Not wanting to blurt out too much truth. Trying not to blame him for, or tar him with the brush of, the failures of various ghosts. Having fun without holding on to the rail the entire time; letting go of the rail without obsessing about falling. Sometimes I wonder if any of it's worth it. Sometimes I know that statements like that are just so much reactionary rail-holding.
I want to let go. I want him to be there when I do.
[the title quotation is by Baruch Spinoza]
The last line of your post is completely blissful in its absolute honesty and truth. I think I need to quote it on my blog, because it is as close to perfection as anything has come to describing that feeling.
ReplyDeleteHugs.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sorry about drapey. I really like that dress--but I know I could never, even in my "good" years, wear it well.
Still, the other choices are excellent. ;-)
ummm... I think we were promised pictures?
ReplyDeleteIn re-reading your reply though I think you meant pictures from the event ;)