today dearest readers i am terribly busy beavering away on a few details to do with
booky issues and whilst i am terribly busy i am wearing 'pantaloons of greatness'... i say this with great delight and somewhat concern due to that pesky fellow Mr Doubter sitting on my shoulders.
yesterday as i stood in Anthropologie with my mother flitting through the sale rail i spied some casual lightweight, 'not quite harem pants cause the bottom wasn't too loose' pantaloons. i then dared myself to try them on, now obviously trying on any kind of leg wear over a pair of woolly tights and just hoisting up my full slip, dress and granny cardi around my waist was not giving me the best of looks to judge if indeed these comfy cozy pants had the potential to make me look fabby in an eclectic bohemian way or as i was suspecting with my reflection, a rather saggy baggy bottomed middle aged woman who appeared to have left her pyjama bottoms on whilst out and about.
i took a risk, yes indeedy, i risked it for a biscuit and i purchased (please pronounce it 'purr_ chased' cause that is just how i said it) my pantaloons at their thrifty nifty half price and took them home. later that evening i stood in my pantaloons for close inspection and obvious critical eye from Our #2 and of course my mother. even when we are aged 42 are we not able to heed our mother's advice or indeed believe her when she says "well actually i think you look lovely in them, i really do"
after much deliberating with Mr Doubter, we made a unanimous decision that yes i, Tif, could indeed wear pantaloons again after many moons of never ever donning such an article of clothing resembling trousers. today as i tippity tap this, i have even been outside in my pantaloons and i must say, as i stepped out of the safe and secure compounds of Mossy Shed's acre of moss, i might as well have been naked. exposing my shape of legs from the knee up was something of a trauma for me due to hiding behind skirts and frocks. i must confess at the last moment i added an extra layer of protection, a long granddad cardi so actually it was only my front half that felt exposed to the world's glare. then i did that really scary thing one does only on rare occasions when out, for indeed there is not alot you can do about it so why bother looking, this time however i did! i looked in a shop window to see my reflection, quite convinced i would see a saggy baggy bag lady looking back, but i was pleasantly surprised, not a bag lady in sight with her baggy bottom. just a slightly quirky, perhaps a little odd, strangely eclectic and with a hint of bohemian about her, woman of an uncertain age in her 'pantaloons of greatness'...
whilst i am busy beavering on booky things in my 'pantaloons of greatness' i am delighted to say,
Janine is busy beavering away on booky things her end too. i wonder if Janine has 'pantaloons of greatness'? it would not surprise me at all, for when she visited she had the most loveliest of purple boots with orange shoe laces and i am quite sure someone who wears such footwear is up for wearing 'pantaloons of greatness'. things are coming along peachy with the book, i am finishing up a few how-tos and Janine is doing her thing with the page designs. the finished book is set to be published in late summer and today you may note spread amongst my ramble, the results of many moments spent hand stitching the chapter pages, but i know you well my dearest readers and i know you are now thinking
"we do not wish to see your many moments of hand stitched chapters sections Tif! gosh no, what we want is to see your 'pantaloons of greatness' and we want to see them now!"
and i say
"all in good time dearest readers, all in good time"
she is wishing you the loveliest of mothering sundays and rather delighted to be spending the day with her own mother, the first in 10 years ~ Tif
From the Papa Stronsay perspective
The Fisher of Men sallies forth.
He proclaimed:
From the Papa Stronsay perspective
The Fisher of Men sallies forth.
He proclaimed:
He warned and urged:
