It was the first sunny day in Dublin in almost a month.
And what does self decide to do? She catches the Luas from Black Horse Station, gets off at Abbey Road, walks around a little bit, then decides to pop into Clerys, where she ends up spending almost the entire afternoon shopping for “dress-up” clothes (She didn’t think to bring any from home because, you know, she was on a residency. One’s mind is supposed to be completely focused on work)
The first saleslady self approached was a young woman who wasn’t really enthusiastic about her job but showed self an array of floaty chiffon tops and thin cardigans. The problem is, the mediums looked baggy, and the smalls were too tight. And she hated the peek-a-boo necklines.
She moved on to another section of the department store, where an older lady showed her an array of simple black skirts and black and beige tops.
She ended up buying a flesh-colored top and a simple, black, pencil skirt that had a kind of weave pattern:
Black Pencil Skirt Self Bought From Clerys Today
Top From Clerys: It reminded self of the Filipino patadyong.
Finally, since we are on the subject of “twists,” here is self’s go-to cardigan of the moment. Ironically, it came from Baguio, and she’s owned it for about 20 years:
One of self’s favorite items of clothing is this heavy cardigan, knit in Baguio. It’s gotten very hard use here in Ireland.
Tomorrow, 8 a.m., self takes the ferry to Hollyhood, Wales. She asked someone what the ferry ride was like. The answer: “Depends on the weather. I’ve been on rides so bad the water was pitching over the bow. I’ve had others where the water is as smooth as a plane of glass.” Ah, the Irish have such a way with words, don’t they? The ferry ride is 3 1/2 hours. Self prays the water is not “pitching over the bow.”
Must be why she began yet another short story last night. She was up until the wee hours, writing.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.