Friday, March 22, 2019
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Friday, February 22, 2019
Friday, February 15, 2019
Friday, February 8, 2019
|Wren McDonald for the New York Times|
Friday, February 1, 2019
Friday, January 25, 2019
Friday, January 18, 2019
I was searching for a picture that I knew I'd used once on my blog. In going through the blog archive, I was delighted to see all the pictures collected there over the last nine years or so. I stopped at several pictures, remembering the article that went with that picture. I'm amazed at how many articles there were - the count tells me it stands at 699 - this will be 700.
My eye lingered on the pictures of the evening gowns - I do love elegant evening gowns. I'll never an occasion to wear them, but I'd love to have a collection of some of the most elegant. I'm reprising the article that goes with the luscious pink Yves Saint Laurent number below.
|The Lovely Brooke Shields -|
looking stunning as always at a recent MMA gala
After one of my piano lessons, eons ago in the early 50’s, I
listened to my Mom and my piano teacher, one of the nuns at my school, talk
about evening gowns. Even as I listened I thought it fascinating, and when I
was older I came to realize that those gals, those nuns, were savvy creatures.
They were devout but not ‘holy, holy’, and they were a bunch of women who had
to get along together. They were also a bunch of women with wide interests
outside of the classroom. Wearing the same medieval habit every day
was equalizing, and it gave them a keen appreciation for fashion. One of their
favorite days of the year was New Year’s Eve. In the early to middle part of
the last century there was always a “midnight” mass, the exact
timing of which I wish I knew: right on the strike of twelve mass-goers would
have missed the kissing and the Auld Lang Syne. On New Year’s Eve, Sister
was telling my Mom, the nuns made sure to be at mass to see all the evening
gowns – sort of like an Easter Parade, but with gorgeous gowns and furs – and
they would be the topic of convent conversation for days to come.
Love that gown! And, of course, you know that's a young Ted Danson backed up
against that refrigerator. I've had this ad for eons in my special scrapbook.
And the Aramis was the one worn by a then special "beau" of mine.
Oh, the memories!
Saturday, January 12, 2019
|My brain is taking a power nap - I hope!|
Friday, January 4, 2019
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
|This morning's news brought dozens of pictures of the world's New Year celebrations. |
My favorite is this one of the London Eye. Wow!
They guy who orchestrated all this is a bloody genius.
Happy New Year to all of you. This holiday season has been a happy, busy one for me. More so than in recent years, I've had a bit more of the holiday spirit - and yesterday I got into the spirit of the new year and a new plan.
I just read an article about why it's so hard for women over 50 to lose weight - I've been struggling with my weight for eons, and what I read in the article was quite familiar to me: count the calories, exercise more, get better sleep. Yeah, I hear you. So in this time of resolutions - re-solutions - and starting over, I am going to give self-improvement another try. Come to think of it, I've never before used the turn over of the year as a starting point. We'll have to see how it works for me.
So - first things first - I started two lists. One list is for several of the little nit-picky jobs that need to be done around here. Home Improvement. For example, I've got to vacuum out every drawer in the kitchen - not to organize then and discard the useless stuff, I keep them fairly neat and tidy, but to clear out all the crumbs and other detritus (I love that word!) that have fallen in there. You could bread a piece of chicken with all those crumbs.
The other list is to keep me on track for my own better health. Self Improvement. On Boxing Day, my three youngest granddaughters were weighing themselves on my scale. Jillian, 8, weighs 40; Jenna, 10, weighs 60; Jordan, 12, weighs 106 pounds. I weigh much, much more than their weights combined. I made a quick poster of their weights to put on my refrigerator to remind me of that. I have got to, got to, get some of this weight off. I absolutely know I'd feel better.
LOL - the other thing I did for me was to throw out the half-used, largest size, jar of peanut butter. PB&J sandwiches are my indulgence, my "what the heck, I'm going to have a PB&J even though I realize it's bad for me but I want one" indulgence. When I get a bit of the "why me's" I'll even go in and scoop out a big dollop to savor. No more dollops, no more snacks.
As I said, we'll see.
2018 was a very interesting year - 2019 promises to be the same. Elizabeth Warren (she has my vote) has already announced her candidacy, many (maybe too many) will follow soon. Did you realize that the debates for the 2020 elections begin this June? Yes, it will be an interesting year. Meanwhile, I hope it is a happy, healthy, busy year for all my followers.
Friday, December 28, 2018
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Friday, December 21, 2018
But I digress... ... here's a strange bit I thought I thought I'd write for you:
In those times, the clothing of royalty was just sumptuous.
Some nights I have trouble falling asleep. A while ago, getting to bed after reading a mystery set in Tudor times, I began to think what it would have been like to be a woman in those mid-1500s, and to have been one of the historical characters in the book, Henry VII’s last wife, Catherine Parr.
|My parents on their wedding day|
Friday, December 14, 2018
|My favorite Meissen figure - I thought to pass it down, but I'm keeping it for now.|
Monday, December 10, 2018
Friday, December 7, 2018
|Cute, but I'll pass on this.|
But I’ve digressed. No matter the day on the calendar, you know Christmas is near when they begin to trot out the old TV ads for fancy watches, Norelco shavers, the Clapper, and, good grief, Chia Pets. Now they’ve gone beyond the sheep and other animals and made one like Bob Ross’s fuzzy head, one like our POTUS, and several other equally ugly versions. I’ve never given or received a Chia Pet – I hope things stay this way.
|That little red one is mine!|