Birthday 32
It has not been my week. Monday was my 32nd birthday (also Martin Luther King Jr.’s, though technically he was born on Jan. 15, so I’m not even that cool). Dan and I had a special date night. We planned a staycation at Boise Guest House, and a dinner at Chandler’s, where he is now the music director. Unfortunately, likely due to an ill-timed combination of bodily wearing-down and over-indulgence, by the end of the night I was sick. Red hot and tingly all over.
Luckily, before it all went down in sweats and chills, I was still able to be seen in this Calvin Klein red dress ($20 LUX, new with tags, original MSRP $200). You give me fever. In the morning, fever all through the night.
Anna gave me most of this jewelry, including the turquoise leather and copper/gold necklace. On the night of her last post, we went through a pile of her manfriend’s grandmother’s costume jewelry. I bought these gorgeous silver and turquoise dangly earrings, along with a handful of other beautiful picks. And I stared at this gold grapes bunch clip for a very long time. So, sneaky one, she gave it to me on my special day. Thanks Anna!
On my actual birthday (these pictures are an “I-now-feel-OK-enough-to-take-pictures” last-minute recreation), I used the grape clip to beautifully cinch together an exquisite pashmina, but now I can’t seem to find said irreplaceable Turkish scarf. Not my week. Though the gold grapes look great incorporated onto the dress, too.
Dan is an extraordinary man, and my greatest gift, ever. Just some of the reasons: he gave me these lovely vintage Societe D’Optique Paris opera glasses (Renewal), and a luminous camera mount for improved fashion photo lighting. He actually enjoys thrift store shopping with me, and lets me buy infinite numbers of lamps, like the $5 gold shell score you see behind me.
Also he woke up early to take all these pictures of me, but not before almost burning off his feet with molten metal when finding that I had completely melted a copper-bottomed sauce pot after leaving it on a live burner all night. Whoops. Not my week. Therefore not his week.
Magid from Italy vintage gold clutch ($8, Renewal). Frye Boots “Dorado Short” in sand ($200-after $200 gift donation from parents).
I wish I could go back to bed, but when you’re self-employed, you can only take so many sick days. Onward and upward! Here’s to 32.
