Out of the pandemic cocoon we emerge, ready for something new.
I, for one, am sick of my leggings and sweatshirts. I’m fantasizing about oversized white shirts, loose khaki linen pants and straw bucket hats. And some smart, barely there leather sandals too, because Poppy the pandemic puppy has chewed up all my summer shoes (and many of my winter ones, too).
On the home decor front, I am desperate to toss the dark brown corduroy reclining couches I inherited when I purchased my father’s house last year. Who in sunny Southern California buys dark brown corduroy couches? My father had a lot of well-developed senses — humor, irony, compassion — but when it came to material comforts, he maintained a grip on his wallet typical of a child of the Depression.
