Every day is dog-walking day (Frankie insists on it). Today, however, was a great day for it. We walked along Kirkland’s waterfront on the eastside of Lake Washington. The perimeter of the lake is about 75 miles. We walked one mile and turned around.
It’s still cool in the Pacific Northwest, so I threw on a shiny green trench coat and a scarf. I love green. I think this coat jumped out at me because it’s the same shiny green satin as a pair of shorts I had as a kid in the 1970s. I wore them with a ringer T-shirt, tube socks with green stripes, and roller skates.
The color of my coat reminds me of a scarab beetle (a green one, obviously). I was happy to find this beetle brooch on eBay. I’m not the only person who likes insect jewelry and accessories, am I? I also have a spider brooch.
I’m proud of the thrifty score I made on my skinny jeans. Ernest Sewn jeans are hand-made in the USA (a rare thing these days). Normally, they cost more than I like to spend on a pair of jeans (although you do get what you pay for—great quality and fit in this case). However, I went to a “50% off the lowest price” sale at Mario’s, an upscale Seattle boutique. They were originally $200 and were reduced to $100. I got them for $50. Cha-ching!
My booties reminded me of a pair I had in the ’80s (oh how I wish I’d kept them). That pair reminded me of my baby booties (which, for the record, I don’t remember; I’ve only seen them in photos). When I saw these at Crafty Crow Vintage, I wanted them badly but promised myself I’d sell something on my Etsy page first. I have a “pay it forward” philosophy regarding Etsy: Any money I make selling things on Etsy goes toward things I want to buy on Etsy. But I also try not to spend more than I make. Luckily, I made a sale and these were still available.
I’m continuing my poem-a-post for National Poetry Month, and here’s one of my favorites:
by William Butler Yeats
I Made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eyes
As though they’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.