Some thoughts and opinions for a Sunday afternoon

Flipping through the pages of today's NYT T Magazine. There is Joan Didion as Celine's face-of-the-moment. How I loved that woman's early books, but couldn't read about the death of her husband and daughter. Someday, maybe?
Hurray for age! I've also seen two ads featuring that eclectic 91 year old fashion icon Iris Apfel, who reminds me so much of my late and wonderful friend Virginia Avery. Both were fearless in creating bold and unforgettable looks.
And at this very moment, the Wisconsin Museum of Quilts and Fiber Arts has 26 of Jinny's wondrous wearables on display. This would be a good time for a Wisconsin visit. Her daughter Judy was there and sent photos of the exhibition.
I noticed, not for the first time, that NYT T Magazine, Vanity Fair and Vogue appear to be catering exclusively now to the 1%. And within the week, I read that luxury goods are selling well. The 1% has plenty of cash. It's the Target and Costco customers who are strapped financially. I love the fashion, am beginning to detest the advertising focus, especially after looking at some of the vintage Vogue magazines I've saved. More accessible to more readers some 30 years ago.
Valentino and Oscar de la Renta are both showing looks with elaborate eyelet fabrics. Does that mean I should pull those vintage cotton petticoats from their storage boxes and give them a relook? Might they work as an underskirt come springtime?
A book that I fell in love with a day ago? 'Inside OUT', Rebecca Solnit's collaborative effort with artist Stefan Kurten. Always the evocative writer, this time about our thoughts about houses and home. She writes, "For admiring houses from the outside is often about imagining entering them, living in the, having a calmer, more harmonious, deeper life. Buildings become theaters and fortresses for private life and inward thought, and buying and decorating is so much easier than living or thinking according to those ideals...Houses are cluttered with wishes, the invisible furniture on which we keep bruising our shins...Maybe a house is a machine to slow down time, a barrier against history, a hope that nothing will happen, thought something always does happen." There's more. It's a good read and more than once, I nodded and said, "That's me."
I remembered living for two months in Rome with ES in a spacious apartment where neither of us owned anything but guide books and the clothes from our suitcases. That apartment was truly 'ours', not mine OR his. My house on Rockbridge is very much my space and he is the perennial visitor. Solnit's treatise touches on topics such as this.
Speaking of home, Mary Elizabeth and her crew were here yesterday to wrest the front garden from chaos and decline. She know exactly when and how to prune, what to move, remove or revive. Order and definition have been restored.
Off now for Fiesta's pork carnitas and Mexican creama. Family coming for supper. And what's for dessert?
Finally, I have hearing aids. As of last Friday at 5:00. Today, I can hear doves and mocking birds  outside the open door. Some things are a bit 'tinny' sounding, but all in all, I like the difference and so does ES. I am not constantly asking, "What are you saying?" I can hear the man speak.
I spent the early morning hours writing a first draft for a Letter of Inquiry (LOI) for a Creative Capital grant for a literary pursuit that could follow Patsy's and my 'Finding Our Way' installation. All those journals of mine from the 1980s are a story.
Here's a quote found on a yellowed page:
"As to filling in 'occupation' on printed forms, well, I leave it blank, refuse to put housewife or community volunteer. Let them wonder. Let me wish.
"There is no way to measure the cost of producing the viscous binding substance that holds a family together, in harmony or otherwise.
"Perhaps I should write 'sustainer of order' or 'keeper of green growing things and young children.
"But oh, to be counted, to be recognized for value received. GNP, perhaps you can bend your ways to include me. Then I will fill out that space on the forms."
I am off for a 10,000 step walk and then to buy carnitas. What a good day. It is lovely to be 72 years old and free at last to persue whatever I wish. I am both lucky and fortunate. And today's blogging was certainly calming.