A Strange Feeling Of Absolute Harmony.

voltee ♦ December 23, 2010 ♦ 6 Comments

Item: Sweater/Tunic Color/Fabric: Blue/white, cotton Designer: Shae Where Purchased: Anthropologie Years owned: 1

Ah, what a whirlwind! I have had such an interesting week. Interesting seems to be a bit of an understatement, but it’s the only word I can think of at the moment which comes close to briefly summarizing what went down.
But here I am now, safe and sound in Ohio, trying to catch my breath a bit and get back to writing on a schedule.
This tunic I happened to wear in one of my favorite days of this past summer. It may have technically been early fall, but since my summer was very full of shows and rehearsals, it felt like summer to me. It was one of the only days I had a chance to just sit back and enjoy living.
A boat trip had been planned, I believe, but it had to be cancelled. So Nate and Vicki and I went to the Kingston Farmer’s Market. Something wonderful exists there, something that I feel very privileged that Vicki revealed to me.
The Bag O’Cheese.
For $20, the cheese gurus will grab and grab and grab cheeses and stuff them into a bag until it is practically bursting. It’s hard to say which is the best part; the mystery unfolding as each cheese is pulled from the bag and identified, or the actual tasting and rating of the cheeses.
Both are good.
But here’s what we did; we set up a buffet on our front porch, which the cheeses, crackers, some wine, a bowl of baby tomatoes, and pastries all lived in happy harmony. I opened the windows and put together a little playlist of French music to complete the ambiance.
A large portion of the music was from the film Amelie, which is one of my all-time favorites. For some reason that I am unable to recollect, I saw the movie at the theater with one of Nate’s teammates, Louie. I bawled like a baby throughout most of the movie, and then sat weeping as the credits rolled.
It was exactly what I wished my life could be.
Louie just sat there in polite silence, not knowing what was wrong with me.
When the credits finally ended, he touched my shoulder.
“Um, Kerry? Should we go?’
I did manage to find my feet and exit, but Louie kept talking and talking to me.
I did not want to say a word. As long as I was silent, I could still pretend that my voice sounded like Amelie’s, and that I was, in fact French.
The illusion did not last for long.
But I did feel entirely French that sunny afternoon on my porch, in my striped tunic, skinny jeans, and red ballet flats. And a large portion of our cheeses came from France. I had never felt quite so indulgent, in both food and in relaxation. It was wonderful and ever so luxurious.
The tunic, though, is not as perfect as I want it to be. It is maybe a little too long, and the shirt portion is just a little too sheer. I have to wear something under it, or else it looks odd. It is quick and easy, though, being only one piece. And I do still find it adorable. What do you think?

**No, it isn’t perfect, but I do like it. We’re staying together for a while longer.