What I Wore: Jeans (Gap), Jacket (Similar Here), Sweater (Similar Here), Scarf (Similar Here), Necklace (Similar Here), Shoes (Old Navy)
I grew up in a town of about 5,000 and many might feel that is small town, but the West some days seems like a mighty big place, and when driving through it you'll find these far-flung, isolated tiny towns: just a store- or two-and a post office and a school if they're lucky. Iris Dement wrote a song about towns like this, "Our Town." In the refrain she croons "the sun's setting down on our town," and I wonder if anyone who lives in these small-and-dwindling places feels that. The little town of Bearcreek always strikes me like that, yet it was once a booming town, one of the biggest in Montana. Then it experienced one of the worst mining disasters in America; it left them a devastated population, both emotionally and in numbers. Today, it's biggest boasts are a bar with pig races and these ruins of a mine (you can read more about the disaster in the book Goodbye Wifes and Daughters). Every time we pass it, I get a sense of melencholy for the lonely buildings I knew even before I knew their sad history. Still, there is a beauty in the abandoned sometimes.
The somber feeling of the place seemed to fit the mood of the weekend, in which the weather had turned grey and rainy. While I'm sure it will warm up, it awoke a feeling of autumn in my heart (or is it the fact that school starts tomorrow that's doing that?!). My tweed jacket always seems perfect for such a fall mood. I rather liked the scarf too- seemed a bit Diane Keaton, a bit seventies-and-menswearish. Or maybe it is just that I'm getting older; scarves seems like something Adults with a capital A would wear somehow? Or maybe that's just me. Would you wear a printed scarf like this?