Monday, March 29, 2010
by Amanda.
It’s the end of March, and my radiator is on.
This is the longest winter of my NYC life. While I like tights and scarves more than the average person, I’m ready to step outside without a coat.
I refuse to buy spring clothes, because 1) it’s not like I can wear them anyway, 2) I don’t really like warm weather clothing, and 3) I’m operating under this new mantra of “Less space, less stuff, more life.”
I totally lifted that last reason from an episode of Oprah I saw when I was really sick at the beginning of the year. It was the first and last time I ever watched the show - perhaps I’m missing all sorts of other gems.
Anyway, I’m glad I saw that episode and not the one about what one’s poop may be trying to communicate.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
by Amanda.
I’m getting really tired of people who say “Spring has sprung,” but I think it may be time to pack up all the warm, woolen clothing I’ve been wearing for months.
Don’t say this aloud, though. It seems there’s some sort of strange curse unleashed when one remarks that the weather’s finally warming up.
Ahem. I know it’s technically spring, and I certainly hope to start dressing like it. Emphasis on the tentative. Ahem.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
by Amanda.
It’s been beautiful in NYC the last few days, and it’s about time.
I won’t miss my coats or sweaters or hats.
But boots and tights? Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Here’s a question from Amy:
Monday, December 21, 2009
by Amanda.
Last week, I took some time off to do nothing special. Ever do that? Just stay home and think, “Normally, I’d be at work; most other people are at work,” and it feels amazing?
I did that for two days.
Actually, on Monday evening I went to a taping of Late Show with David Letterman and saw Alicia Keys perform. That’s technically special. She’s wonderful.
I also saw Toby Maguire. Yes, he really is that small.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
by Amanda.
Whenever I do something fun I want to remember, I try to buy a clothing item or accessory to commemorate the experience. It doesn’t have to be directly related, but I want to be able to dress up again in that joy.
After I took my trapeze class, I went to Beacon’s Closet nearby to find something special. Maybe even a bona fide trapeze dress. (It’s a real style - look it up).
Instead, I found a vintage 1970s linen dress that reminds me of really pricey wallpaper.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
by Amanda.
The weather in NYC changed abruptly in the last few days, so fast I think it deserves a letter in its file.
“A letter in its file” - that’s an allusion to NYC public school teaching that I’d like to dedicate to Dr. Richard Kimball, whomever he may be. Last night, I talked to a friend I taught with at my second school in Harlem. She cringed as she recalled threats of mythic letters in mythic files.
Because really, who possibly cares enough to store these letters? Especially when it’s not like something serious happened? My friend, she of the letters in her file, never mistreated anyone. Her bulletin boards weren’t colorful enough, and she argued that she’d been told the opposite and besides, that stuff didn’t really matter. That’s what got her in trouble.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
by Amanda.
After fitful sleep, in which I woke up multiple times dripping in sweat because the heat was inexplicably on, I looked at the sky and guess what? Rainy and gray. Just like Sunday, Monday, and the rest of this week’s forecast. Is it any wonder that I’m not feeling very festive this Cinco De Mayo? (But I would like a margarita or six).
Saturday, January 17, 2009
by Amanda.
I bought this pair of white granny-looking shoes, because they remind me of the ones Duckie wore in Pretty in Pink. I wore them Friday, much to TBID’s chagrin.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
by Amanda.
Fashionista or not, please help me out here.
Is this too weird to wear to work?
I’m not a zany art teacher, but I do write for an Internet company. It’s a vintage scarf tied around a navy long-sleeved tee. The bottoms are corduroys and the shoes will be navy pointy flats.
