[Vintage dashiki + Current/Elliott Elephant bell jeans + Alex and Ani hoops]
Where I can usually be found: on my tuffet by the fire, laptop open, glass of wine and Eli present and close by.
I’m in love with this vintage dashiki I found on etsy. I have a long, red dashiki caftan but Rob temporarily turned me from it: he found it in my closet back in FL when I was in the bathroom, and I walked back into the bedroom to find him wearing it, unzipped just so, chest hair creeping out the neckline. It fit him perfectly. So it doesn’t quite hold the same allure, but I’m heading back down there this week. Maybe I’ll reconsider and bring her home.
This weekend will actually be the longest we’ve been apart since we got engaged. Cra’y.
So, the dashiki and me: a match made in smelly, stained separates’ heaven.
This wine and me: we had a shakier start.
It’d been in the fridge with only a half-glass missing, leftover from the VT weekend. Open bottles don’t last long around these here parts, but for some reason whenever I opened the fridge and saw it in there, a slight nausea tinkled around my chest like Oscar the Grouch was in there playing the xylophone on my ribcage. Oscar, baby, mezzo forte.
I was sitting on the counter watching Rob pour a beer (after refusing one of my own), making barely audible whining sounds.
Why don’t you just have a glass of Riesling?
GOD, NO. I’ve had that kind before.
You didn’t like it, I take it?
Nah, it was alright… (eyes glaze over)… it was 2003, the Fourth of July, Charleston, SC—I drank an entire bottle… and vomited for 2 days.
So that’s why you haven’t touched this! I knew something was amiss.
What, as in, how could I possibly leave an open bottle of wine untouched for more than an hour?
Uhm, not sure… was your English teacher’s cat named Boner?
Yes, what’s your point?
I suppose it was a little unprecedented. I’d recounted the same anecdote to Casey while in Vermont, who replied, “Sounds pretty par for the course for you.” Regardless, a half hour later I was nestled by the fire with a goblet of it, and noticed Rob laughing at me out of the corner of my eye.
There’s still some in there, if you’d like a nip.
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