Even though you will find me, on almost any given day, in jeans and a sweatshirt, I have a deep, abiding passion for clothes. I have a closet full of vintage, a brain chock-full of opinions about designers, and a fervent wish that I was the kind of woman who would look fabulous every single day. My grandmother was one such woman, I’ve mentioned her eons ago, but she only wore four colors (black, white, shocking pink and navy), and did not descend downstairs until her gorgeous face was on (she’s also the one who said of our family, “Some of us are the nicest people, and some of us are mean as snakes.”)

So the Oscars is so much delirious fun for me. Everyone has opinions on what everyone wore, of course, but I think Tilda Swinton should make up her mind both in men (old or young?) and sleeves (yes or no?). That gown was hideous, and hideously indecisive, except that it was decisively ugly.

I thought the best gown was worn by Helen Mirren, who last year showed a bit too much cleav for me. Course I couldn’t find a pic of it online yet, but it was so, so lovely.

If you’re wondering why I am not discussing my writing, the renovation, the eight year-old, the caffeine obsession, the move, the in-laws, the joy of baby carrots, the need for a nap–it’s ’cause I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed, and fighting the urge to turn turtle and retreat into a shell.

BUT it does look like we will be moving in soon. Picking paint colors sooner. Woo-hoo!

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