Just browsing warm white pre-lit outdoor cone Christmas trees. Four feet tall or thereabouts preferred.
Just browsing warm white pre-lit outdoor cone Christmas trees. Four feet tall or thereabouts preferred.
This post is sponsored by Ray-Ban. All opinions are assuredly my own.
Today I have one message for my fellow baby boomers; remind the young ones we’ve still got it. We still think and feel.
We still style it out.
But we’ve also been around too long to try too hard. You know what’s easy? Let’s take back our sunglasses. Yes, sunglasses. As I have said before, there’s no quicker way to add a little edge than a pair of Ray-Bans. Sturdy Gals rejoice. Why should the young define what’s cool?
I’ve worn iconic Ray-Bans off and on my whole adult life. Here, blurry, blissful, in the Swedish Archipelago. Summer of 2010. A bit like these. Or these, maybe. Or these? It’s possible I’ve worn men’s glasses?
Six years later, hair no longer blond, vision no longer quite so keen, lenses prescribed. But mirrored aviators are up for adventure. Here, in a field alongside Highway 101, preparing for a highway patrol office to pull over and ask my sister and me, “What (implied: in the he**!) are you doing?”
One never has to answer fully.
And recently, at New York Fashion Week. With my adult son behind the camera. Motherhood, cool.
Also on a boat on Lake Austin in Tex. Long-term friendship, diamonds and 60th birthdays. Pretty cool.
But on beyond icons, even a Polished Tomboy occasionally wants a touch of Movie Glam. The aviators didn’t quite work with the Prada dress and pink cardigan that I wore to my niece’s Bat Mitzvah. Impunity takes us only so far.
Bat and Bar Mitzvahs are the best.
Back to style. Imagine I’d had a Jackie Oh-ish pair. Hmm, you might think, we know our 60s references. How about frosted turquoise? Uhuh.
Ray-Bans, #4191. When it doubt, take it to the Pacific.
By the way, have you ever wondered what style bloggers do when a wave threatens to carry off our tripod and camera? Run like he**. Old enough to laugh at ourselves.
Practical with benefits. Coming into focus. Remember that Still Got It thing? We define “It” ourselves.
By the way, it might seem daunting to buy sunglasses online. But Ray-Ban.com provides measurements. Measure a pair you own that fit, across a lens, across bridge of the nose, and at the length of the temple. Now buy that size again. My aviators are 58-14.
Sunglasses are like shoes, we don’t sacrifice for beauty.
Did we baby boomers make Ray-Bans cool? No. It was our parents and the pilots of WWII. I think those flyers might wag their wings at us, overhead. Aging loves herself a little courage, and all kinds of encouragement from friends.
And if I pass the flag to my Ray-Ban wearing daughter, I’m thinking she might look great in these. Octagonal lenses, altogether new.
Seems like a year to double down on Christmas wrapping. And I don’t just mean presents. I wish Christo would come wrap my whole house in crinkle foil and twinkle lights. Or red felt if the crew were so inspired.
No, I haven’t bought even one present. I’ll do my shopping in a rush next week or the week after that. But decorating beckons, “Red me, green me, let me sparkle to my hearts content!”
OK then. Accoutrements required?
I need new outdoor lights. I like to mix white icicles and individual red lights for a candy cane effect. It’s ever so tasteful. I’ve resisted LEDs so far but I give up. These will do.
But wait, why focus on tasteful? Tasteful is so last century. I feel the urge for gilt and gaud. How about a light-up reindeer? I suppose someone might steal it but life is short and reindeer imaginary anyway.
As for the tree, maybe it’s time for a few new pinecones.
In years past I’ve hung an evergreen garland over the door to the study, and layered individual boughs underneath our crêche, but I’m tired of sweeping up needles. Again, tasteful?
Or like the reindeer, gold and glitzy?
Also this year we need both a new Baby Jesus and a menorah because we’re celebrating Chrismakuh. We’ve got a menorah from when the kids were in school so perhaps I’ll rely on our dear guests for anything more elegant. The Baby Jesus would replace the one we lost from our crêche. Although I’m an atheist, it’s the myth-loving variety, and I cannot resist a scene in which all the adults and even a bunch of animals gaze adoringly at a baby.
Last Christmas I thought, “Hmm.” Enough with monochrome. Let’s bust out.” So I’ve ordered eight Cornishware breakfast plates to put on top of my white and gold Lenox. Kapow.
Maybe with illustrated ribbon.
Others, reusably. I have ordered a set of these. Stretchy fabric in several sizes, to pull over boxes.
And I’m dying to see if they work.
So much fuss may seem extravagant. Unabashed, I want a winter holiday that warms the cockles of my heart. Preparing for family.
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This has been a terribly difficult year, personally with my mom, in public given the election. And yet I’m optimistic. Not in the way of platitudes, the gloss in which civilized people excel. But optimistic when you admit everything’s been awful. Awful with teeth. You face it and fight it and believe anyway.
I believe that people are good. I believe that life is good. I believe this because of the irregular splatting of raindrops and because joy.
Joy. How could joy be so powerful if we were not good? If life were not good?
It’s raining. We had years of drought, and today it’s raining. I believe in the science of climate change. This anecdotal rain is nothing compared to data and yet it gives me hope. People are like that. Our feelings trounce logic. Let’s use our irrationality for good instead of evil.
I don’t even think my optimism is per se “right.” But it’s what I’ve got, so what I’ve got I’ll bring.
Love you all. Have a good weekend.
I hope all the readers in the USA in had a great Thanksgiving, and that everyone else had a great, well, Thursday. Below is my list of Thanksgiving weekend sales and deals.These are all retailers or services I’ve shopped at, been in contact with, or coveted from, over the years. I will update this post with any new information as Cyber Monday arrives.
Let’s kick off with the news that Patagonia is donating 100% of their Black Friday sales to grassroots environmental groups. Thank you Patagonia, it’s good to have a planet.
On to our core shared interest. What to wear? What to give to people we love that they can wear?
UPDATED: True Facet, a pre-owned jewelry site, focuses on assuring authenticity for iconic pieces. So if you’re thinking someone would love a classic Cartier love bracelet, here’s a way to make that happen. Or a Van Cleef & Arpels butterfly necklace, for that matter. Take $100 off $500 with code CYBER100 at TrueFacet.com
UPDATED: And my friends at Blue Nile, not to be outdone, are offering 50% off some diamond and gemstone jewelry for Cyber Monday.
Novica, the global artisan site, is also having a Thanksgiving Weekend sale. Save $10 on orders over $50, $15 on orders over $100 and $25 on orders over $150. Use code SAVE10, SAVE15, and SAVE25 to save today. Valid 11-22-15 through 11-26-15 11:59 PM PT.
UPDATED: And Amazon’s got lot of Cyber Monday deals – new ones all day long.
UPDATED: Finally, if you have the same aversion to post offices as I do, I recommend Paperless Post. We used them for our wedding invitations, and my 60th birthday. Lovely designs abound at 35% off today.
Oh, wait, the winner of The Samuel Scheuer Linens Giveaway is MJ! MJ, please email me at skyepeale at yahoo dot com with your mailing address and we will get them sent out to you as soon as we can. I am assuming that although you decamped to Tasmania, which, understood, you have a mailing address in the US. I am really pleased to think of these somewhat goofy WASPy linens proliferating around the country.
I’ve already hung one that says Happy Holidays in my guest bathroom. Quite cheering.
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Do you know what drought does to a shoe collection? Encourages a preponderance of suede. And shoes perforated all which ways.
So we’d been having a little rain in Northern California and I needed boots to wear in the city. Boots without perforations. Boots that repel water. Boots that do not bring to mind mucking about on the moors.
Welcome to Bootvana. And an iPhone photo. I felt so cool I was willing to let my belly show.
Those are the the Aquatalia “Yulia” Waterproof Chelsea boots for women. Classic, modern, comfortable, a little sexy. And yes I know water can seep through the gusset despite Aquatalia’s weatherproofing process, but I’m not planning on playing in the puddles.
Not inexpensive. But I am hoping to wear them through many a rainy winter in San Francisco. Poised on the curb, no fear of the gutter, wet wind on my face. Exactly how a Sturdy Gal likes it.
(By the way, it’s probable that yesterday I replaced my painful Caovillas with these Grande Dame jeweled slingbacks because they are 60% off at Saks. I went for navy, needless to say, but they come in taupe and black too. )
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Fun story with an even better ending. I ordered a whole slew of these Henry Handwork embroidered guest towels, and posted about them here. I admit I want to ornament the holidays this year, to gather my loved ones close in a fairy tale house of High WASP fripperies.
The store, Samuel Scheuer Linens in San Francisco, must have noticed all you nice people visiting their site, because their rep got in touch with me and offered to send me either another pair of towels or a set of cocktail napkins, as a thank you present. Wasn’t that unexpected and nice?
But since I had already ordered abundantly for myself, it felt only natural to host a giveaway. After all, if we can have Friendsmas for artisans, we should have a Friendsmas simply from me to you.
A couple of notes. For the first time ever I’m going to limit this giveaway to those who have previously commented, as a special thank you to for all your time over these past (almost) 8 years. Unfortunately, the entrants also need to be limited to people in the USA. But no need to tell a story this time. A simple, “Yes, please,” the name of the design you’d like from the assortment here, and whether you’d like a pair of towels or a set of four cocktail napkins, or one towel and two napkins, will suffice. In retrospect, not 100% simple;).
I will announce the winner this Friday, November 25th, along with a couple of Thanksgiving weekend online sales of note.
By the way, Scheuer Linens have a Hanukah towel too. This year Christmas Eve falls on the first first night of Hanukah, so my extended family and I will be celebrating Chrismukah. Or, as we have often and happily said to each other on the doorstep, feet stomping to dry and breath fogging in a California kind of chill, “KWISSMISS TIME!”
Let’s keep the holidays happy, cute, courteous, and true to our hearts. Often easier said than done. Cheers and thank you very much for everything.
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I went back to school on Wednesday.
Not as student, but volunteering again as I did last year. The teacher was finally ready to open her class to helpers.
This is first grade, in a well-to-do suburb on the San Francisco Bay Area Peninsula. Kids from the east side of town comprise most of its pupils. And on this particular east side, almost all the families have come from Latin America. Some just last week.
Parents speak Spanish. Children speak Spanish too, but only the most recently arrived speak no English. Kids learn very quickly.
I work with them on reading, in groups of four. There are 24 kids in the class. Glad it’s not 40. “Reading” varies as much as the children’s skill levels, of course. Some learn the names of the letters in English, others write a three-sentence short story.
A few anecdotes.
I like to give the kids felt pens and paper and have them draw something they care about. Then I write down a few easy related words they can copy onto their drawings. One little boy told me, with a sideways look and an ephemeral smile, “I am going to draw a shooting house.” “OK,” I said. One-on-one attention is its own gift. He drew a house with what looked like a beam of light shining out a window. “Is the shooting in the house or outside,” I asked? “In the house,” he said. He kept drawing. I talked to one of the other children for a couple of minutes. “Oh,” the drawing boy said, “They are shooting bananas.” Then he drew a stream of bananas in the beam of light. I showed him how to write Shooting House Bananas.
A little girl spoke in a very, very low voice. Luckily she was right next to me so I could hear her.
Another little girl didn’t know what to draw. She couldn’t say what she cared about. “How about your family?” I said. She looked at me. Big eyes, spiky eyelashes. “Your mother, your father…” she interrupted, “I don’t have a father.” I continued, “Your grandmother?” She said, “My father left my mother.” “That happens,” I said, “It’s hard when that happens. “I have two grandmas,” she said, and drew a picture of one of them, in a red dress. “Red is my grandma’s favorite color,” she said, just as her time at my little table finished.
Another little boy looked at me when I spoke, seeming not to comprehend, moving his mouth with my words. “He doesn’t speak English,” the little boy next to him said. “OK,” I said, “Tell him if he doesn’t understand, you will explain in Spanish.” I told the first little boy to draw a picture of something he cared about. His friend started to translate, but my non-English speaker waved him off with evident charisma. “He says he understands,” said his friend. We all laughed.
All these anecdotes are as true as I can make them. I am doing almost nothing. I do not think highly of myself for this, although I’m glad I managed to keep my promise. But the kids, and their teacher, are amazing. She’s from Mexico, came here at 20, has been teaching in the public schools ever since.
I am happy to live in California. I hope you love your home state too. Have a great weekend.
Here’s an early thought about Christmas. Why early? I’m a last minuter myself, and here in the USA we need to take time for Thanksgiving. But today we’re celebrating Friendsmas, in which I let you know who in this community is making goods, or offering services, that you or someone you know might like.
And the Friends, small businesses all, really appreciate some time to schedule your photo shoot or make up your order.
Meg at Pigtown*Designs, household sundries
Last year Meg brought us mother-of-pearl flatware. That’s still on offer, but here’s the real news. Tea towels! Designed by Meg, printed in on a cotton/linen blend with non-toxic inks, made in the USA. Some feature Alice in Wonderland images.
And for anyone living in Maryland, a must. Crab Flag!
Note: Tea towel orders must be placed by this Sunday, November 20th, for Christmas deliver.
Carol at French Flower Farm, skin care
Carol comments often here on Privilege, and you might have caught a conversation she and I had about a skin care serum. Well, although Carol’s main line of business is candle-making, she also offers a French peptide-based serum that increases collagen in the skin. We shall call it Carol’s Serum.
That’s my bottle.
I’ve been using it for maybe 6 weeks now on my eye and mouth, and I haven’t measured with my micrometer but I swear that lines are lessening! In combination with hyaluronic acid for the rest of my face and a light layer of marula oil over everything, I’ve found a new skin care routine.
You can contact Carol at her email address, firstname.lastname@example.org. She will make Carol’s Serum for you in pink, green, or colorless, and in one of her two scents, or unscented. I chose pink, in the floral. Both scents are perfume-like vs. essential oil-ish. She’ll send you an invoice, $51.20 to my neck of the woods, with shippping.
Cuyana, via Jane at @simplepretty (Twitter, Instagram)
Jane put together a guide to SF for a local store, Cuyana, which she kindly sent me. It was so lovely I took a look at the company’s goods. Fewer but better is their motto. For $295, a bag with Céline-esque lines.
Patsy at her jewelry site, Patsy Kane
Not just for sailors any more. Also Patsy is a crack up, which should never be undervalued.
Brigitte Carnochan, fine art photography
I will remind you of my stepmother’s photography. This year she gave each of us kids one of her pieces. I chose this one, of a California grass.
It is spectacularly beautiful, the palladium printing process bringing light to detail in a way the web cannot begin to replicate. I am going to buy this one next year to hang next to it.
She generously insists on giving us her work, not letting us purchase, but I think I can do it in stealth mode. You can find her work here, at Modernbook Gallery. She has something for peony lovers too.
Cara at Bluebird And The Bear, family photography
I’ve loved Cara’s work forever. You can see why.
Cara’s in North Uist now, far north, off the coast of Scotland. She travels to London, and points south. She works in color too, but I wanted to show her moody side. Reach her at her email, email@example.com, to schedule a family photo shoot. And go to North Uist if you can, it’s spectacular.
Laura at Baby Picture This, family photography
I wrote about Laura’s work last year, she’s done nothing but get better and win awards ever since.
Laura’s still in Brighton, she travels to London, and points north. Reach her at her email, firstname.lastname@example.org, to schedule a family photo shoot.
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