Eliza Starbuck, Day 18
American Graffiti
Seems like the graffiti around my neighborhood keeps getting more and more vibrant. I kind of love it. When done well, the colors and graphics really spruce up a drab wall. But I still can’t tell what it’s supposed to read…
Whew, the temperature finally broke. It’s only supposed to go up to 95 degrees today. Ha! I can still remember the first summer I lived in New York City, 12 years ago. It was a lot like this summer, so hot you could barely move, sticky, sweaty, and I had no AC then either! We spent the whole summer making frozen drinks with the $10 blender we got at Odd Job.
Today I’m keeping cool in a fuchsia, lacy-embroidered dress, that I’m wearing backwards under my little black dress. I got it at, you guessed it, the Salvation Army. The belt is from Beacon’s Closet. My earrings were a gift from my dear friend, Elżbieta Kwinta. They’re made out of felted wool, and remind me of wool meatballs. The gold wrapped quartz heart was a gift from my mother-in-law, Lisa. It was made by zen priestess, Kazuko, whom one could say I owe quite a lot to. She was a good friend of my namesake’s, Aunt Lisa, and she introduced my husband’s parents to one another. Though our relations did not know each other back then, I find it to be an odd coincidence.
My pink silk head scarf is my husbands. He bought it at Malin Landaeus Vintage to wrap his tarot cards in. Pink apparently is a marvelous color for charging the energy of your cards. The bracelet I picked up at a Club Monaco sample sale, and the shoes, again, are old favorites from J.Crew.
