I’ve been watching online mid-summer and sample sales like a hawk, looking for a new pair of black high heeled sandals. There are a lot of shoes I love in the sales—Rachel Comey and No. 6 especially—but even on sale they cost too much. So I searched Ebay and found a vintage pair for much, much less, and I might love them just as much.
These are the souvenirs I brought home from Portland, the only two books I bought from the magical store that is Powell’s Books. I couldn’t choose which one to start first, so I’ve been reading bits from them both, going back and forth between Eudora Welty’s wise essays on writing and writers and Katherine Anne Porter’s opinionated reviews. Of course I love Porter best; I wrote my latest column for the Oxford American’s site on one of her stories and completely forgot to mention it here, so go check it out, (if you’d like) . . .
It was perfect: I fell in love with Hansel from Basel designer Hannah Byun’s Closet Visit one day, and then received a few presents from her company a few days later. They also sent me a pair of orange socks that any other year I would have hated, but that now I absolutely love. Weird how your tastes can change so quickly.