Week Three Roundup, an anniversary, and Turkey . . .
So as I mentioned, I would be late with the roundup, as I was in Turkey conferencing, making plans for the next publication, and so forth. So, without further ado here's the quick roundup, a few notes along the way, and your bonus this week.
Flying to Turkey, day 11
At this point my old-time conference peeps were asking at breakfast, "Is this your selfie today?" And here I asked Lisa if our jet lagged selves could be my Me Made of the day . . . she was delighted. We had spent the day and night before wandering the city, conversing, and at this point we were discussing things that friends do.
My Kelly Skirt, a hijacked renfrew (micro stripes, tissue knit), and my Golden Local.
Yep, was the anniversary again. That's a Kelly sans buttons with some sateen I scored at a flea market in Amsterdam, a sewaholic (unblogged) Belcarra (in silk my folks helped me pick at Mood last month), a random Kenneth Cole belt I had that matches like kismet, and some seven dollar clearance shoes that I essentially saved 150 bones on I bought years ago and wore to a friends' wedding like three years ago. That scarf, I made in Dec 2009/2009 with yarn I picked up on the last trip to Istanbul. I do love it. If you squint, you can see my necklace from my birthday, my matching ring is on my hand in my pocket, and some Stella and Dot earrings.
I am rather fond of that outfit, I must say.
On that note . . . I've been running non-stop now for months and months it seams. I need to steal a few hours to sleep I think.
Flying to Turkey, day 11
My well worn Coco, some Express jeans (so faded it ain't even funny), my Amy Butler August Fields bag and my Sol Hooie on the side. As I mentioned on Instagram, I've worn this one about once a week since I made it. It's not gonna live long. 26 hours later . . .
God bless humidity here.
Day 12.
Amy Butler Lounge pants and the mountains of eastern Turkey. As I got there the next night.
Day 13
One Minoru, one Sloppy Josephine . . . one Otlutaku. That's the Jet Jewelry market . . . what Erzurum is known for . . . petrified wood that looks shiny and black. I may have bought some. May . . .
Day 14
Friends Linda, me, the illustrious Tanfer, Lisa Tuttle (our keynote, and a lovely woman to boot), and Meldan . . . Turk Khave at Old Erzurum Houses after wandering about most of the morning. Linda and I meet up in foreign countries, first meeting in Rome as she was the Fulbright with Tanfer and Meldan's department back then. During the week I finished a ribbon scarf, resembling lace, as I knitted at night to unwind and sleep. I gave it to her since she loved it so much . . . friends along the way. And, yea, I'm always knitting something.
Minoru, again, and a Deer and Doe Plaintain.
My cuff bracelet from Rome and a my medallion from Bodrum, Turkey. Cha cha. I wore those most of the week.
Day 15
At this point my old-time conference peeps were asking at breakfast, "Is this your selfie today?" And here I asked Lisa if our jet lagged selves could be my Me Made of the day . . . she was delighted. We had spent the day and night before wandering the city, conversing, and at this point we were discussing things that friends do.
My Kelly Skirt, a hijacked renfrew (micro stripes, tissue knit), and my Golden Local.
Day 16
While standing on a cemetery with a bunch of academics, I posed for ya'll.
Golden Local, a RTW wife beater, and my Gabriola . . . FYI, that will get blogged later this week. It is blog worthy! Oh, my friend Bilge still wants to know why I can stand no socks and plunder about in sandals. Eh, it was a long, hard winter in NYC. It all feels like summer now. Squint, my jet ring is on my right hand.
Day 16
When you fly, you loose time . . . and gain time . . .
Sol Hoodie, Plaintain tee, RTW Stella and Dot scarf.
Day 17
Finals grading from home . . . my self drafted chevron. There was some jet lag involved. There's always a moment of depression when you return too. . . especially when you come back from a place like Turkey, that after seven trips, it still feels new and old at once. Every-time I land I am taken back, and from the sounds of traffics, calls to prayer, or the smell of the sheets . . . memories come back and I feel a part of me is resting where I should be. Poetic, a bit.
Day 18
This was me most of the morning. Why the shot of my feet? I sent it to my friend Bilge to make her eyes roll.
One of the many I knew.
Underneath all that professor garb, I had on my Date Night Dress I tested last summer. It was a perfect blend of comfort and not roasting. That's my evil eye necklace from Tanfer. I heart, can't ya tell?
And here's your bonus . . .
Two years ago I wore this self made beauty (still: I'm not beading ANYTHING anytime soon):
This year . . .
And when it got chilly:
Yep, was the anniversary again. That's a Kelly sans buttons with some sateen I scored at a flea market in Amsterdam, a sewaholic (unblogged) Belcarra (in silk my folks helped me pick at Mood last month), a random Kenneth Cole belt I had that matches like kismet, and some seven dollar clearance shoes that I essentially saved 150 bones on I bought years ago and wore to a friends' wedding like three years ago. That scarf, I made in Dec 2009/2009 with yarn I picked up on the last trip to Istanbul. I do love it. If you squint, you can see my necklace from my birthday, my matching ring is on my hand in my pocket, and some Stella and Dot earrings.
I am rather fond of that outfit, I must say.
On that note . . . I've been running non-stop now for months and months it seams. I need to steal a few hours to sleep I think.
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