this morning I typed 178 email addresses into a text file for import to constant contact (I should schedule that activity more frequently.  Or maybe not.  tendency to clump activities like bookkeeping and importing hand-written newsletter signups on a quarterly basis.  or whenever I need to send a newsletter.)

Here’s a link to the newsletter.  And, while I do not email often, if you’d like to sign up there should be a box in the upper right of the screen.

Everyone knows this is a big shopping week, so I’m looking forward to visitors. :)

I’m obsessed with this new chocolate brown organic wool sweater.  I’ve worn it constantly since making it.  Maybe I need a second one. It has an asymmetrical zipper and sculptural collar, plus thumbholes.  matches the nailpolish too.  There will be more in store soon-  I’ve ordered bunches of long zippers.  I can make it in black, chocolate, cream, or charcoal organic wool jersey-  the best fabric ever.  for winter at least.

I had an interesting conversation with Emma.  She is a junior in high school, and interning with me for an hour a week.  She and I talk about high school occasionally. ( aside: I really wonder if I’m any kind of decent role model, having dropped out of every school I attended, including a drop-out attempt in kindergarten.)

however, I went to a very small public high school in Yarmouth, a fairly wealthy suburb of portland.  the student body was pretty homogeneous, to say the least.  I remember theatre people and sports people. Then there was the sophomore year that I spent almost entirely in the art room (somehow I got permission to not attend classes.)  And in junior year I left, so my memories of high school are fuzzy at best, and every time someone from ‘our class’ is mentioned by one of my two remaining high school friends, there is a 75% chance I’ll have no idea who they are talking about.

Emma asked me how I dressed in high school, if it was anything like I do now.  She’s got a great brit-influenced mix & match style thing going on herself, and was noting how, even in the city high school, the kids like to dress alike.

Most work days I wear the same style-  dress or skirt of my own design, tank top, and wool sweater top thing (just like the photo above.)  In the winter, add opaque organic cotton tights (which I’m going to start carrying in-store, they are so essential, and something I’ll never be able to make)  and a pair of boots. I stopped buying leather new, but still wear it and buy it second-hand.  Also-  in winter I like darker lipstick and very dark nailpolish. otherwise, I don’t wear makeup or jewelry, beyond simple earrings.

I’ve been trying to remember what, if anything, my high school style was like.  I only know I went through that phase of wearing all black and loving Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

onwards with the stream of consciousness this afternoon.

had a realization last night/ yesterday that my left brain activity is overwhelming and uncomfortable. Watch this video if you want to understand more how the left brain acts left unchecked.

Often I’ll have long days of sewing alone, which I love (on one hand)  but can lead to obsessive and analytical thought patterns (it can be repetitive work that I don’t need to concentrate on).  At these times a gentle or dramatic shift in perspective-  which shuts down the left brain chatter-  is so appreciated.  I need better techniques for enacting this shift on my own. (I don’t use drugs or drink…so not really options. meditation maybe.)

thanksgiving.

every year people ask me if I miss the typical thanksgiving foods.  the answer is no-  I’ve been a vegetarian for so long, and have zero desire to eat meat.  so thanksgiving has always been about the side vegetable dishes for me.  This year I’ll probably make some raw pie type dessert and a kale salad.  simple staples that everyone likes.

Posted by:brook delorme

2 replies on “week of thanksgiving

  1. And in regards to Emma- I don’t think it matters if you’re a perfect role model. What matters is that you’re right between the ages of her friends and her parents (and their friends). One of the weirdest things about the insular high school experience is that you often don’t know people between the generation of your peers and your parents. It’s really nice (and important) to branch out in that respect I think.

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