Garry brought me beautiful pink tulips. A put them in a vase and enjoyed them for a week. I loved the color. I had a sweater this color in college that I wore all the time. In those pre-hippy days, I already dressed like one. I want that sweater back.
I don’t usually yearn for the olden days, but I frequently yearn for the clothing of those days. Those A-line skirts that were long enough so you didn’t have to keep your knees clamped together and sweaters that were flattering, but not skin tight. Bell bottoms. Not huge and flapping, but graceful. Flat shoes, made to order from a little cobbler in Greenwich Village. They had comfortable round toes and never made my feet hurt.
I’d do a lot for shoes that won’t make my feet hurt.