Monday, March 20, 2017

In Like a Lion

I have some new art gracing the powder room. There's a pair, and they're very much like a drawing I had in my bedroom as a child. I was terrified it would come to life in the dark, something that bewildered my older sister. "He's a friendly lion" she'd tell me, but never just taking it down so I could sleep without fear. I now have hideous lion drawings and figures around the house so I suppose it did me some good being traumatised at a young age. That's what's wrong with this generation-no childhood trauma to stand them in the declining years.
I have a trio of these gilt plastic charmers. I'm always seeking more as I hope to fill an entire wall with them eventually.
A man walks intro a bar with a giraffe. After a bit, the giraffe falls over drunk and the man starts to leave. The bartender says, pointing to the giraffe, "You can't just leave that lyin' there." The man replies, "That's not a lion, that's a giraffe."

I now own this skirt in four different colourways. It must have been popular at some point, though I don't know when. It isn't as nice as my genuine Mexican tourist skirt, but it has a similar vibe with the additional fun of sequins. I'd have bought it in any colour but finding it in green was great luck. I've yet to meet a shade of green I didn't love, and this bright acid hue is perfection.
Outfit Particulars:
Skirt-Goodwill
Poloneck-K mart
Belt-Von Maur about 15 years ago
Bangles-both Goodwill
Shoes-Goodwill
Sheer nylon tights-K Mart
Handbag-antique mall
Brooch-Hand-Me-Ups
Earrings-Thrift World
Fragrance-None as we're still dealing with allergies/asthma. Had I worn something, it probably would have been Coriandre.

I know not to pack the winter coats just yet. Mornings and evenings are still cool and the wind can be strong out on the prairie. Layering is the best approach, when I think of it. 

 Continuing with the green theme, I got the Ultrasuede suit out of mothballs for St. Patrick's day.

There's a matching jacket as well, but even I know that's too much. Sadly, you CAN overdo Ultra Suede. Speaking of Ultrasuede, I was lucky enough to snag a vintage Halston men's jacket at the Goodwill. Danny can't quite wear it as the sleeves are a bit long, but by next year it should be a perfect fit. Being Ultrasuede, it laundered beautifully and looks as good as it would have in the 70's when new. I'm amazed at the things that end up in our thrift stores. 

Outfit Particulars:
Green Ultrasuede skirt and waistcoat-Goodwill
Vntage polyester blouse-Hand-Me-Ups
Shoes-K Mart
Vintage suede shoulder bag-Goodwill
Earrings-Hobby Lobby
Green enamel clamper bracelets-Both Target, early 2000's
Vintage leather coat-Goodwill
Old Lady over-shades-Walgreens (don't laugh, they're the best sunnies I own, and they block light from the sides as well).
I hope to finish planting the spring garden this week. There will be peas, purple sprouting broccoli, spinach ,rocket, and of course the sorrel that comes back every year. I'm going to try growing potatoes in our large bag bed this year, which should be an interesting experiment. I haven't planned ahead to summer yet, but I suppose there will be tomatoes, lettuces, and herbs. I won't be growing okra again as the boys didn't care for it, and it grew like crazy. I couldn't give the stuff away before there were dozens more ready to harvest. 
Have a great week.










Thursday, March 16, 2017

Spring Forward

Well, I have something anyway.

I apologise for dropping out so suddenly. With the world going to hell in a hand-basket, I didn't want to sound tone-deaf by posting photos of my daily outfits. I was finding I didn't have much to contribute that wasn't being said better elsewhere, and it seemed appropriate to step back for a bit. We're still doomed far as I can tell, but I'm doing a better job of figuring out just what sort of hand basket I'm heading to hell in. A vintage one, no doubt.  I want to thank everyone for their kind comments, emails and letters. You're all lovely human beings and I'm better for knowing you. The world is better for having you. I can't promise I have much to offer, but I'm honoured you permit me to be part of your lives. 

I've been teaching a unit on 20th Century tyranny. When life gives you lemons...make changes to the syllabus? I'll say this much-watching all nine and a half hours of  the documentary Shoah, and the additional DVDs in the collection hasn't done much for my mood. I told Danny to think of it as a crash course in empathy. We're still reading Friedlander, so yeah, given the material and that hand-basket we're currently sailing along in, I haven't been in a mood for blogging. I was half joking with him that I'd assign The Gulag Archipelago next, but on reflection, that doesn't sound like that bad of an idea.  

We've been spending time with birds (and ornithologists). The crane migration has started, and we're hoping to get down to the Minden area in the next couple of weeks. There have been Whooping Cranes in the Sandhills flocks, which would be a great thing to see. Danny's been through a rough patch with asthma, and I really don't like the idea of being in the middle of rural Nebraska with a sick kid, even with a portable nebuliser.

 This has been the worst year so far for Danny, which is discouraging as we'd hoped after a year of allergy jabs he'd be doing better. I will say that if you ever find yourself in Omaha with an asthma attack, the Nebraska Medical Center emergency room is ace. We've been seeing more of them than we'd like, but they've been absolutely wonderful with Danny, and I feel better knowing they're just a few minutes down Dodge Street.
Just like when he was a baby and we'd take him out in the  the cold night air to help with croup. 

I love this photo, it has such a vibe of, "Just wait until you're in the care home, Mother. I'll get you for making me go to bed when I want to play. Just you wait! It won't be a nice care 
home either. Enjoy the cold, instant mash, Mother."

Eh, kids.
 Speaking of the kid-he's now just about the same height as his mama. He's also far too cool to smile for a photo, though to be fair, the sun was in his eyes.
There-a smile (sort of).


I stopped bothering with my hair for the past month. I did cut bangs/fringe, but that just made it easier to pull it back in a pony tail. I'm still running, and don't give a toss what I look like as I do (mostly, I look old, arthritic, and tired) and am *this close* to shaving my head. 


I gathered some of the photos that didn't make it on the blog before I took a break. Less talk, more vintage? I can do that. 
1970's wool suit (has a matching skirt).
1980's Jaeger jacket with 1970's Lurex skirt/
Embroidered and sequined skirt/

1980's Benetton angora cardigan and 1970's polyester skirt/ Vintage 1950's Qualicraft shoes. 
Vintage Levis rockabilly jeans, and Pendleton 49'er jacket
 1980's suit, 1940's handbag, 1970's hat, 1960's Snowland boots/
Such nice details...such an ugly suit. Ah, the 80's.

And that's about it. I hope to resume blogging with some familiar pattern, but I'll have to see how it goes. I have quite a bit of catching-up to do visiting all of your lovely blogs. Thank you again for being such a great group of people. I'm lucky to know such wonderful human beings. 















Monday, January 30, 2017

Taking a Break

I'll be taking a blogging break for a bit. I will still be visiting your lovely blogs, and I wish everyone well. I will be back, eventually.

Much love,
Goody

Friday, January 27, 2017

Weekend at Last

Thanks all for your encouragement after my previous post. It was a tough week, and a short bout of norovirus didn't help. 
I appreciate all the kindness and support from everyone. 


 I power-cleaned the house today-in heels and pearls. Just because. Now that everything is sparkling and tidy, I'm thinking of forbidding anyone to enter! There must be some way to keep the house clean for at least a day.
 I can't remember the last time I bothered organising the basement-I usually just go down there to do laundry. I found a set of dishes I'd forgotten about for Easter, so that's nice. I don't know that there's anything more impractical than an egg shaped plate, but chicks and bunnies override any impracticability. I bought the matching glasses as well. Anyway, there's something to look forward to.
No sign of spring around here.
We had a bit of snow yesterday, but by mid-day most of it had melted. We have a few cold days ahead (and yes, I was freezing when we took these photos) but next week it should moderate. I'm headed to the car show with Danny this weekend as we've been going every January for over ten years. It is surprisingly fun. Pretty soon it will be time for the garden show. We do what we can to get through winter in the Midwest.
Outfit Particulars:

Knit to-K Mart
1980's skirt (part of a suit) by Bonnie and Me-Can't remember
Belt-Goodwill
Necklace-Thrift store  in Massachusetts decades ago
Ring-Goodwill
Vintage bracelet-Thrift World
Shoes-Goodwill
Tights-K Mart
Brooch-Sequels
Purse-Antique mall
Fragrance-Arden Sunflowers (reminds me of baby shampoo, but not in a bad way)
As you'd expect, the belt catches easily, so I need to take care when wearing it. Wire and rhinestones in raised prong settings do not a wearable belt make!

Have a great weekend everyone.



Wednesday, January 25, 2017

In Summary

That just about sums up my feeling at the moment....no wait, scratch that...
...that's more accurate. I'll leave it at that.
Thank god for makeup, because I feel complete shit.

 I'm not saying an eyebrow pencil and lippy can change my disposition, but at the very least, I won't scare small children. I do remember some sort of "Mood lipstick" in the 70's that changed colour when you applied it, but it didn't do squat for your mood. Someone needs to make an amphetamine-based lippy. They could call it, "Pucker-upper."
Outfit Particulars:
Vintage denim skirt-Goodwill
Vintage double-knit polyester denim-look jacket-Goodwill
Vintage embroidered suede waistcoat-Goodwill
Long sleeved Everlast tee-K Mart (I buy these by the dozen-they're fab!)
Boots-Hand-Me-Ups
Vintage brooch-Hand-Me-Ups
Earrings-K Mart
 Monet Necklace-Can't remember, retail
Fragrance-Patou Sublime (misleading name if ever one was)
Carpetbag-Brass Armadillo
 Can you see Angus MacHaggis hanging on the door? We're the only people in the neighbourhood that decorate for Burns Night. January is sort of dull if you don't find a reason to celebrate. Maybe getting drunk and reciting poetry to a vegetarian haggis isn't your idea of fun. We'll take whatever we can get.

We spent the afternoon at Standing Bear Lake. Danny spotted an American Bald Eagle in a tree overlooking the lake. Danny though it looked sad. I thought it looked incredulous. 

I'll leave it here as I don't have much else to offer. 













Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Acting My Age

You know you're getting old when you avail yourself of the opportunity to use the blood pressure/scale/body fat monitor at the pharmacy each time you shop. I remember when my dad was first diagnosed with high blood pressure in the 80's before the public machines were common. He was friends with a couple of firefighters in Milwaukee that told him to stop by the station after he made his delivery down the street, and they'd check it and keep records for him. That relationship continued for about 20 years, long after his customer had gone out of business. More than once they were able to alert him to potential problems, and he'd see the doctor before it became serious. These days, you sit at a machine, shove your arm in a cuff, and a recording tells you what a "great job" you're doing before it spits out your results.

Today, I thought it would be interesting to have it read my percent body fat. I placed my hands on the metal strips, hit the button and...nothing. I tried again. The cheerful recording let me know "Something must have gone wrong"(no "Great job!" this time). I finally gave up realising the lack of circulation in my hands probably overwhelmed it. I looked at my blue fingers, muttered something about arthritis, and went on my way. I've never had high blood pressure, and don't expect to, but I still stop to get a reading because it seems like the sort of thing you do at my age.
One issue aging has brought is my inability to tell blue from black, and in the case of this tweed skirt, brown from grey. In the end, I decided it would have to be grey because my grey tights were clean. Next week, it might be brown! It is maddening, because half the time I'll step outside into natural light and my error will be glaringly revealed. I'm sure young people are clucking their tongues tisking "Poor old dear, she got dressed in the dark" which is not completely inaccurate.
Outfit Particulars:
Vintage coat-Hand-Me-Ups
1970's tweed skirt-Goodwill
Orange top-K Mart
Matching 70's necklace and bracelet (there's earrings too, but they hurt)-Hand-Me-Ups
Large white lucite vintage ring-Goodwill
Egyptian revival ring-Et Cetra. Seward
Brooch on top-Goodwill
Brooch on jacket-New Life Thrift
Earrings-Thrift World
Shoes-Clarks
Tights-Walgreen's
Fragrance-Vintage formulation Cabochard
Get the hell off my lawn, will ya?

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Get Your Own Litterbox!

It was a beautiful, windy, unseasonably warm January day in Nebraska, so we headed out to make the most of it. We did a bit of thrift shopping, and then made our way to Heron Haven to see what wildlife might be around.


While we were in the bird blind with some other people, this muskrat swam over for a photo. Danny said he spotted another, and I announced if I saw a second muskrat, I'd have to sing. That got snickering from the older people. Thankfully for everyone the second never showed up!
Muskrat muskrat....
Luckily, I don't know any songs about mallards. 
Or Canada Geese!
Outfit Particulars:

1970's polyester maxi dress-Thrift World (years ago)
1970's polyester jacket(came with a dress)-Salvation Army (I think)
High heeled sneakers-Goodwill
Handbag-Long gone shop in the abandoned mall
Vintage necklace-Garage sale
Earrings-Garage sale
Lucite bangle-Hand-Me-Ups
Fragrance-Amouge Gold (I could barely smell it-must be the jasmine anosmia kicking in)


Before I leave you, I must show you something we saw for sale at Goodwill.
WTF?!
Look, I like cats, but I wouldn't want to share a toilet with them. I can't get the boys to wipe up the seat, how neat do you think a cat would be?  Is changing the kitty litter that big of a deal? Has anyone with cats used this thing? I'm trying to be open minded but I don't think I could share a toilet with a pet no matter how much I liked it. Just imagine how outraged a cat would be if  I sat my fat ass down in the litter box to drop a turd. There's some things you just don't share. Or, I don't anyway. I'm kinda judgmental that way.

Hope you're having a lovely weekend.