As much as I like a lot of the fall clothes that are in stores right now, I have not really been buying that much stuff. I just feel like many of the items that are out are either things that I already have in my closet or just some radical stuff that’s just way too young for me. I suppose the silver lining behind this scenario is that at least I’m not spending or splurging right now.
I did get a pair of white corduroy boyfriend pants recently from Zara that I think I’ll be wearing a lot this season. They are pretty comfortable and a nice change from hip huggers and skinny jeans. I have seen some girls wear their boyfriend jeans with flat oxfords but I think I need to wear mine with a bit of heel given that I’m not that tall.
What about you? Seen anything fun for fall lately?
I felt my gears slowly shifting this weekend as I craved to bake something on Sunday. This wanting to stay indoors on a Sunday is something that usually does not hit me until the colder winter months when hibernation feels about right. But life has been so hectic and the girls are getting so much more school work than last year that I felt that a quiet Sunday afternoon will do us good.
So I pulled my old and tattered Joy of Cooking cookbook and opened to the Apple Pie page. I love, love this recipe as it is wonderful and easy to follow. I still had to allot two to three hours of cooling off after baking to make the apple pie sauce thicker and juicier. Of course, I served the pie a la mode with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Ah, what a little bit of sweet can do for the soul!
Hope you had a wonderful weekend!
A few weeks ago, I went to “From Heart to Hand: African-American Quilts from the Montgomery Museum of Fine Arts” exhibit at the Montclair Art Museum. I am not a big quilt lover despite its place in American history and crafting. I think part of my problem is that I’ve always looked at quilts as folk art, just not cutting edge enough for my taste.
But like often with my preconceived notions, my aversion toward quilts was proven wrong. As I looked at the quilts at the museum, I began to be captivated and intrigued by one particular artist, Yvonne Wells. Ms. Wells is quite brilliant in portraying important events and figures in history while adding a bit of whimsy and her own personal touch to her works. Too bad, I only had my iPhone and cannot do justice to her works.
If you are in the Montclair area today (October 9th), Ms. Wells will be conducting a talk at the museum where she’ll discuss her works and its relation to the Civil Rights movement. The actual exhibit will be displayed at the museum until January 4th.
Did you guys hear about “The Brown Sisters” exhibit at the MOMA that starts in November? It’s basically about four New England sisters who’ve had black and white photos of themselves taken over the course of forty years. The artist/photographer, who happens to be married to one of the sisters, manage to communicate in simple black and white photos subtle changes among the sisters over time.
As I looked at some of the photos from the exhibit in the paper, I could not help but wonder what kind of life each one of the sisters have. Did one have a happier and more fruitful life than the others? Did anyone have to go through any misfortunes? How did their relationships with one another change over time?
Looking at the photos made me also wonder about my life with the girls. After Chiara finishes this school year, she’ll be in middle school and I know that time will go super-fast (at least compared to grade school). It makes me sad to think that we are half-way through her time with us at home. In six years, she’ll be driving; in seven years, she’ll be leaving home (assuming she’s going away to college). Ines won’t be far behind.
And yet, there is still so much for both girls to experience — all the joys and disappointments, the hurt, the beginnings and the ends that lie ahead of them. I’ll be here for both girls but I can’t shield them from the potential pain and disappointment that will come their way. They will need to experience all these things first hand as well as forge their own paths and lead their own lives.
For now, I’ll take what today brings, be it the annual rituals of pumpkin patches and upcoming holiday merry-making. I know these moments won’t last forever but I am grateful for them. Hope you had a good weekend!
When I had shingles over the summer in France, I went to see the local doctor who inquired about my age. I laughed a bit at his question as I tried to be coy and said that I was not very young. The said doctor then explained to me how shingles can be very serious for those who are 60 plus years old. When I finally told him my age, he said to me in French, “Madame, you are not young or old. In France, we simply say that you’re a woman of a certain age.” A certain age…wow.
Despite the blunt honesty, the doctor and his remarks kinda made me laugh. In my 20s and 30s, I came across articles on French women and aging. These articles often talked about how women of a certain age in France seem to embrace their mature selves without succumbing to surgical work and the desire to look young. When I read those articles, I always had an image of some chic matron in her 50′s as that older woman. I just had NO idea that I now belong to the the demography of THE older woman, une femme d’un certain age (even though I am not yet 50).
Over the weekend, Richard pointed out some wonderful photos of French actress, Isabelle Huppert, in Madame Figaro. Relatively unknown here in the US, Huppert is known for playing obscure and complicated roles in film. I googled some other photos of her on the internet and couldn’t stop admiring her understated glamour and femininity. Can you believe she’s 61? Now, that’s how I imagine a woman of a certain age would look…
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