You see, I've got photos of the skirt I gave you a sneak peek of here.
And I've got more photos from the Scavenger Hunt that I dumped out of the bottom of my handbag. These are of my city, Eugene.
And the only thing I could think of to unite them was stones. Have you ever read The Stones of Venice by John Ruskin? No, I haven't either, and I have two degrees in Art History. Maybe I'll get to it one day.
For now, I present to you My Stoned Skirt and The Stones of Eugene, in one rambling post.
I found the skirt at St. Vinnie's thrift shop - just the right size! The stoney-pebbley print was irresistible. I wore it with white tights in the morning, which looked about the same as my white legs. By afternoon, it was hot so I ditched the tights.
Now to the stones of Eugene. Downtown Eugene has a lot of mid-century architecture, and very few old buildings.
There used to be some lovely old architecture, but it wasn't cool to have old buildings in the 1960s, so some were razed and some were adapted.
And in case you're wondering, Eugene was named for its founder (circa 1850) and first postmaster, Eugene Skinner. Eugene is an odd name for a city, but it's better than the original moniker of Skinner's Mudhole, which I'm guessing was dreamed up in a saloon.
|This was taken about a month ago - all the trees have leaves now, lots of leaves.|
Now for an added bonus and another stitch in the thematic jacket that is trying to hold this post together, here are some photos of Venice, taken in 1989.
Linking up with Citizen Rosebud for Secondhand First and then to Not Dead Yet Style for Visible Monday.