Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I walked in the rain this morning with a friend.  I was as thrilled with my rainboots as my grandsons are.  My friend up north is sending pictures of the snow there.  It feels cold enough here to snow as well.  This is the time of year I dream about Hawaii.  Oh, well.  I'm going to sew this week and check out vintage stores for sponsors for a non-profit gala.  I can't wear vintage any more, except for the fact I'm often complimented on a jacket or sweater and I realize it's thirty or forty years old.  I have a Native American jacket bought in the Denver airport thirty years ago that still appeals to people.  All my coats are ancient.  But I can't revisit the 70's or 60's anymore.  I look like a derelict.  So goodbye purple swede fringed jacket and maxidresses, victorian high necked blouses and pioneer skirts and cowboy boots.  I can't pull it off, and sometimes I mean literally.  Miniskirts - I don't THINK SO.  But I still love to browse through memory lane.  Even as I wince at the stuff I wore.  When you're barely five feet tall, best not to ruffle or swirl, but stay tailored and plain.  I let my earrings and shoes go a bit wild, and scarves, but there's not as much fun to be had anymore.