Cashmere socks...

...and Chai. So the Chai is very 2000s (whatever this decade is called). But I bet Cary Grant wore cashmere socks although I have no evidence to prove it. Regardless, it makes for a cozier evening.

Loungewear

Lately I've been wanting to upgrade my around-the-house wear. It usually consists of an unfortunate mix of sweatpants and socks because I live in a drafty old farmhouse and it can get cold even in this temperate climate. If I were Audrey Hepburn, I could wear a blue robe a la Charade. If I were Ingrid Bergman, perhaps Cary Grant would walk in on my using cold cream while in a dark robe. In the 50s, it appeared like there were nice matching sets of robes, slippers, and pyjamas to wear while being cozy in front of the fire. So much more elegant.

Last of the summer roses

I pruned our roses yesterday--well, at least about a dozen of them. In our mild climate, I have no idea if I am early or late. It just seemed the right time. We added some mulch and now they seem like they each have little blankets to shelter them until next year.

Amidst the prunings were some perfectly good roses, which I gathered and brought inside and put them in containers. They smell heavenly and old-fashioned. Near my kitchen sink they are homey and comfortable. As it should be.

Dapper little man

Never mind that he is currently wearing bright orange fake safety goggles from the toy store (he's helping dad around the house), my son is dapper. He got his hair cut the other day, which aged him at least two years (so he looks like he is five). But it's cropped short and it's shiny and he looks like he could be a little boy from 50 years ago.

Although his sartorial preferences usually lean towards flashing sneakers and Thomas the Tank Engine shirts, I do note that he has a thing for red and for good pajamas. Atta boy. Oh to be three...