distraction: make way for goslings

On June 8, 2014 by theseventhsphinx

Yesterday, along with a busy intersection of South Boston traffic, I paused to watch this family of geese cross the street.

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They used the crosswalk!

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They trooped across unruffled even though there were (of course, it is Boston after all) a few irritated drivers honking at them, as technically it wasn’t their turn to walk. THEY CAN’T READ THE SIGN, GUYS.

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They made it.

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weekend distraction: menagerie bookends

On December 15, 2013 by theseventhsphinx

I found these faux leather menagerie bookends in a nursery decor shop and deemed them too cute to give to babies, who, as everyone knows, have no taste. The solution: give them to me instead.

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Look at this hippo with its little ears!

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The stubby little elephant is killing me, too.

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Too. Cute. Can’t. Take it.

images from serenaandlily.com

on the street: the pom pom

On December 14, 2013 by theseventhsphinx

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Winter is that time of year when those of all ages can get away with an otherwise unacceptable preponderance of pom poms. When the temperature drops suddenly I can forgive all manner of ridiculous and excessively cute hats. I am even sometimes charmed. This slouchy take on the classic winter pom pom knit hat looks great here, I think. The oversized pom adds a youthful, playful touch to the casually stylish neutrals.

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I’ve yet to find a winter hat that I genuinely like and want to wear, and prefer to the absence of a hat. Hair problems, in part, but there’s also the issue of the hats being too cute. Cute is not really my look. That is, cutesy. Once in a while I’ll toe the line and am usually self-conscious as a result because it is unnatural to me. Or I’ll adopt an element that is abstractly cute but in the context of the rest of me it isn’t cute anymore; I overwhelm the cuteness until it reads more like eccentricity, or editorial—which is often a synonym for unwearable, in fashion—flair. This is my theory.

*Though these are external perspectives, and not words I use about myself or find internally useful (‘sexy’ being another term I would not even think of without a gaze, without an other), because I cannot see myself without knowing that I am myself, rendering objective judgments largely irrelevant/impossible. The age-old problem of being oneself.

Adorability does seem like one of those things you cannot achieve on purpose, though, anyway (except quite good actors, maybe, and even this is in the eye of the beholder). Ex. any given toddler in that stage where they realize that people think they are cute when they do certain things, and promptly stop being particularly cute. Premeditation spoils the whole effect.

I’m looking at hats, though. There are a few under consideration. We’ll see. One has a pom pom and little hearts. There is a possibility I’ll have to redact most of this post.