Things around here are particularly dusty these days. A really great Middle English poem mentions this time of year stating “It brings drought until the dust rises / Flying up high off the face of the field.” Surely the poet wasn’t talking about almond shakers and sweepers and other modern machinery, which create so much dust; but I can’t help thinking of it as I waltz around in this dust-colored shirt that I thought was going to be pink when I ordered it online.

top—Shop Ruche 

pants—Nordstrom (also in red)

flats—Target

*title and quotation from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, trans. W.S. Merwin.