Damn, that New Pornographers song is catchy.
Oh, June. You were too short by half. I loved you in sickness and health (Seriously, cold. You sucked). But now it is July, and our sovereign is here, and yesterday, I walked down Slater to the sounds of Oscar Peterson, and up ahead near the war memorial were crowds, clapping and singing God Save the Queen, and my god, I love this country.
It is better, so much better, than all of the ones I have also loved. In all manner of altitudes, underneath strange and wilder skies.
No wonder we love to look up at fireworks.
À la what I wore:
When: June 27, 2010 – Sabrina and Ian’s wedding!
What:
Dress: Sweet Chemise
Shoes: Tory Burch (I know. Spoiled.)
Purse: Vintage, wedding gift from mom
I bought this dress exclusively for the belt, a hot fuchsia satin I have visions of pairing with a crisp white shirt one of these days. Though it goes pretty nicely with the dress. A new job gave me just enough of an excuse to purchase the beige heels, very reduced at Holt. I usually cannot wear points, so clearly, these are the magical sort. It is occasionally very nice to dress up.
i love those shoes