February 23, 1965
As the scarecrow said, "That's me all over!"
February 23, 1965
Marcia and T came over this afternoon for a "writing session" - Hah! We just danced, listened to the radio, and fooled around. Marcia can do the swim real neat. I just can't nod my head from side to side - or anything else.
WABC Radio is giving away Beatle records. All you have to do is write a letter - as many as you want. I wrote a one about V and my problems. It sounds stupid.
February 23, 1997
Necessary features in a house:
1) A place to sit in the sun in the morning
2) A place to watch the sun in the evening
3) a piano
4) plenty of space for people to sit and visit
5) places to sit in the kitchen
6) a cushioned rocking chair
7) a plain but roomy bathroom with a big curved bathtub and a separate shower
8) a sunny spot for gardening
9) not much lawn to mow
10) not much walk to shovel
11) a glider or porch swing
12) bushes and trees for birds
13) a quilt on the bed
14) French doors!
15) lots of bookcases and shelves
16) at least 2 big sofas with soft cushions
-no chintz-
17) fresh flowers every day
18) a dog that sits in your lap
19) a sound system that reaches the whole house
20) an extremely good computer!
February 23, 2008
Well, that was a day! I woke up at 8:30 and had barely settled down with my coffee than Jim reminded me that was supposed to have caught a 6:30 a.m. train to New York for a conference at FIT today. Panic and hilarity for the next ten minutes as I changed my clothes and made a quick Acela reservation for the 10 a.m. train. Made the train with time to spare (thanks, Jim) and got to FIT in time for a nice lunch with a fashion educator from Sheffield, England, and was able to catch Julia Twigg’s excellent paper and even say hello.
I think it did help me think in new ways about the book project. The other papers were also helpful. I need to get in touch with the PhD student who did all the Lane Bryant research.
February 23, 2023
Lordy! Sometimes when I dig through these journals they seem to have been written by different people. Maybe instead of doing this, I should donate a notebook each to a historical society in one of the states I’ve visited. (Anonymously, of course.) Let them sort it out, like the million Shakespeare-typing monkeys.