Friday, June 29, 2007

Vintage Pink Cars

Large pink cars, itty bitty pink women, and a few other vintage pink things from Think Pink: Collecting Vintage Marketing Materials Which Pander To Women:
Because nothing says, “You've come a long way, baby!” like a woman driving a vintage pink automobile, with matching attire (hey, 'matching a tire' that's a pun!). Unless she’s also smoking a pink cigarette, leaving pink lipstick prints on the end, and driving to a friend's house for pink cocktails. It's good to be The Queen, Her Majesty, The American Woman.

Even In A Quiz I'm Not Izzy

:sigh: I was hoping to be Izzy, but I'm Meredith Grey in the Grey's quiz at Who's Your TV Alter Ego?, a website for the book by Noah Lusky.

Link found via Conversations With Famous Writers blog, where there's an interview with the author.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Thursday Thirteen: Whimsy, Philosophy, Integrity and Heresy


13 Things About Me

(Whimsy, Philosophy, Integrity and Heresy)


1) Last night I was blown away by the humility, wisdom and respect shown by Cedric on So You Think You Can Dance. He stood before judges who told him they may have made a mistake keeping him in last week, that he should go home; and he behaved with such grace. The crowd boo-ed the judges and this young man said not to boo them, that they don't understand that the judges are right, he needs more (formal) training. Who has such presence? At such a young age?! As amazing and beautiful to watch as any dance tonight. And kudos to Debbie Allen for offering him an 'open door' to her dance academy (I hope that means 'free').

2) I dream in color, love black and white films, and cannot paint worth crap.

3) That I am drawn to glamour, sweeping epics (in tales, in films, in music, in panoramic views), and romance is no surprise, right? This includes great Gothic architecture and stories. Coupled with my love of (and bouts with) melancholia and fascination with cemeteries may cause some to conclude I am a goth. That would be a mistake. In my opinion, life is too filled with wonder, sensual delights and color for me to be a follower of such a thing.

4) When I smell baby powder, I smell baby poop. I think most parents are so conditioned. So I don't wear products marked "baby powder" or "baby fresh scent."

5) When life hands you lemons, yet you are tired of the proverbial lemonaide, trade them for someone who has onions (stinky stuff) or oranges (which no one wants because you cannot rhyme with oranges). You will find yourself seeking new recipes, gaining a new outlook, and/or helping another. Maybe you'll find you'd prefer to stick with your own lemons.

6) It's fun to imagine yourself in a film noir as the gutsy dame in a killer shapely suit and blood-red lips, the one with attitude who is magnetically drawn to the wise-cracking strong male lead; but it's much nicer to end up living -- with or without the lead male you thought you should be with.

7) My cat's name is Pickles because when I brought her home, boy was I in one! (And she's one dilly of a cat!)

8) I believe that there's a special place in heaven for mothers of more than one boy. There has to be; that's the only way I make it through some days!

9) If you want that slow-motion-running-through-fields-of-daisies feeling to continue, you must at least take your partner to a field of daisies.

10) I believe in dragons and unicorns. Not just that they existed but as totem powers; and that they could return if only people once again took on those intense characteristics. (But no, I don't brake for them or anything.)

11) One of my favorite things is to have hubby read me a bedtime story from one of the many children's picture books in my own collection.

12) I believe that role-playing is a way to address life. You can be, at any given moment, the character you wish to be simply by exhibiting those characteristics for all to see. While costuming is optional, I strongly encourage it. If others are confused, it is only a sign of stretching their minds open.

13) My other blog was nominated, in three categories, for the Blogger's Choice Awards. (You could vote for me, if you'd like.)

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Monday, June 25, 2007

A(nother) Trip To The Cemetery

As requested, we went to a cemetery on my birthday.

This was a cemetery I had not been to before and due to the river flooding, the old area with the hundred year old tombstones was swampy -- including the area where babies were buried. So we didn't go there and wandered the new area. There still were many lovely tombstones and monuments to look at.





This is a tombstone for a young lady, Lindsay, who died when she was just 12 years old. On the back, her own tender words about herself:
Creative, Friendly, Artistic, Cares,
Daughter of Janice and Dennis,
Cares deeply about her friends and family,
Who feels happy with her lifestyle,
Who needs an artistic world,
Who gives her heart to God,
Who fears death,
Who likes to see Summer,
Resident of North Dakota


This was a Catholic cemetery, complete with the pauper nun's burial area and the markers for kings (priests and bishops). I can live with that (just make a wry comment or two), but then I found this:


A freaking pro-lifer tomb for those "poor aborted babies."

Note that the unborn fetuses get a real tombstone while the nuns who have dedicated their lives to service get small cement slabs.

Note that the tissues identified as babies must be acknowledged, while the millions of neglected children, the homeless, the suffering parents in poverty, the number of unwanted children who roam the streets, all the parents who literally work themselves to death for children, and countless other humans victims of our fend-for-yourself-world have no marker.

Neither do the number of women who died in childbirth.

I'd like to buy a fancy tombstone for them all.

And for the number of women who've died from back alley abortions. Where's the pro-choice marker movement at?

How about one for the women stoned to death in judgement?

This is why hubby never takes me to Catholic cemeteries.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

13 Things I'm Looking Forward To On My Birthday (Tomorrow)


Thirteen Things about 13 Things I'm Looking Forward To On My Birthday (Tomorrow)


(In no particular order.)

1) A call from my mom.

2) Hugs from my kids -- and jokes that I am really, really old. :p

3) Hubby saying that I'm (still) the older woman of his dreams and that he can't wait 'til we're alone at night...

4) Hearing my family singing their off key, loud and hammy version of Happy Birthday To You -- to me!

5) Cake. Any cake is good, but birthday cake, "my cake," is the best. :D

6) An email from Marisa Haedike saying she needs my address to ship me "little sack belly" because a secret admirer has purchased the piece for me.

7) Dancing. On the porch, in the living room; alone or with members of my family; with music or without; it's all wonderful and makes me feel alive.

8) A birthday nap. (All alone, just me and the cool sheets... It's my day, and that's something I want!)

9) Presents! Hand made with love by little hands, pricey ones, dainty little unexpected surprises... Yummy!

10) A trip to a cemetery to look at all the graves marked with their birth (and death) dates -- to remind me that life is for the living, and as far as we know, this is a one-ride-only ticket. To ponder their lives, think of what we leave behind, and to respect and acknowledge that these people once walked here too, makes me feel that I too shall be remembered and honored somehow, some way...

11) Calls, well-timed cards, and blog comments from family & friends.

12) Wine coolers, maybe more dancing, with hubby on our porch late at night. We'll sit talking about our future, our past, our blessings. :dreamy sigh:

13) Hubby and I celebrating the occasion passionately!

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Blog Show & Tell

Show us one post of which you are most proud/most pleased, but which received no comments.

Millefiori (Say It With An Accent), because it's quite possibly the sweetest, silliest, most self-deprecating and whimsical thing I have ever written. And it's all true.

Tell us what you expected to hear/read.

An "Awww" or two. Perhaps a few comments mocking me for my strangeness too. *wink*

Show us one blog you are jealous of or wish to emulate.

Many, many to choose from here... I'd have to say, today, that it's Creative Thursday.

Tell us why.

Because she can do something I just can't -- not just make art, but make it daily too!

Want to play along? It doesn't matter if you're too late to "whine on Wednesday." (It didn't bother me lol) Here's how:

1) Post your replies in your blog -- be sure to link to this post.

2) Then return here (and there) to post your name and the URL to your post.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Etsy & Instructables: Sew Useful Contest


Etsy's got a contest in conjunction with Instructables which offers Singer QUANTUM(r) 9940 computerized sewing machines as prizes. While the contest is open until July 16, I doubt I'll be clever enough to make something "useful" let alone document it...

But I did find, at Intructables, this cool tutorial on how to make an envelope book. Thank heaven for folks more clever than I!

Free Books Color My World

A good read is well, nearly as good as sex.

AuthorIsland has free books, and for most of these contests all you need to do is be subscribed to their newsletter.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Gravedigger

Don't worry about me -- I'm just posting this here because I've played this three times already and still enjoying it. (Posting it here means I need not have to search for it again.)

I thought I owned this CD, but I can't find it. They played it on the cable music channel and I had to get up and dance and sing along -- which may sound crazy to many of you, but then you likely don't visit cemeteries on purpose either. I find this song both saddening and life affirming; fearful and wistful. If I must only pick one word... Beautiful.

Here are the lyrics:

Sirus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe he could live to 103,
103 is forever when you're just a little kid
So Sirus Jones lived forever.

Grave digger
When you dig my grave
Would you make it shallow
So that i can feel the rain.

Murial stone wall 1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the second great war,
Now you should never have to watch
As your only children lower into the ground,
You should never have to burry your own babies.

Grave digger
When you dig my grave
Would you make it shallow
So that i can feel the rain

Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posy
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down

Grave digger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that i c an feel the rain

Little Mikey Karson 67 to 75
he rode his bike like the devil
Till the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo
On the flying trapeze 1940 to 1992

Oh grave digger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that i can feel the rain,
Grave digger
When you dig my grave
Could make it shallow
So that i can feel the rain
I can feel the rain,
Grave digger,
Grave digger.

This is the long video version, which I had not seen until today. I didn't expect to like it -- you know how it is when you like a song (or book) so much that any film version is automatically 'less than.'

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Millefiori (Say It With An Accent)

From Val Ubell (which must be a pen name, right?) writes of these paperweights:
I truly love the ones that have 'millefiori' centers. Loads of vibrant colors and very teeny-tiny. I understand that it means "1000 flowers" which is rather appropriate.

Now these are pretty pretty things, and I love to sit here and pronounce the name. Meelehfioray. MeeeelehfiORRayyy. Now I must have one; so thanks, Val, for your tip. (It's most Val-Ubell advice lol) My husband doesn't thank you, but I do.

Speaking of the hubby, he does these strange accents all the time. Actually, they are not really strange other than he just does them. And even that's not so honest... He mainly does them upon my request. So I guess that means hubby doesn't have strange accents, but rather that he has a strange wife. OK, I can accept that. Movin' on...

The other night we're watching TV and the newscaster mentions a local man's name -- I can't recall exactly what his name was. Something very Scandinavian or Norwegian. Nordic. Van Der Heusen or some such. For some reason, unknown even to me, I wanted to hear it pronounced as it should be.

So I turn to hubby and say, "Say his name -- with an accent."

Do you know what he does? He says it with a cowboy's southern drawl! Honestly. Who does that?

It was so unexpected that I about wet the sofa laughing. I laughed for like 5 whole minutes, which is really quite long. Go ahead, laugh for five whole minutes and see how exhausting that is.

A few minutes passed and I had another giggle fit.

Lather, rise, repeat -- I couldn't stop laughing.

So, now you knowa dat I lovea da accents.

And that I love to laugh.

His ability to make me laugh is my bouquet. My million flowers.

MeeeelehfeeORReee.

Thursday Thirteen: Hell In Handbags


Thirteen Thoughts On Handbag Selection


1) Straw clutches are the devil's work.

Why? Because what do you do with a clutch? Most of the time it is tucked under your arm, so that your hands are free. Being that straw is a casual summer selection only, this means bare arms, possibly unprotected armpits, and tops of thin material. Absolutely no protection whatsoever from the biting teeth & horrid claws of the devil's minions -- which is the entire outside shaft of straw. Carrying a straw clutch means abraded, irritated skin. Talk about your fashion victims!

2) Ditto any clutch with rhinestones, metalwork or other ornamentation. (Even in other seasons -- the ornamentation may not chafe you, but will snag, pull, transfer dirt and otherwise rub fabrics the wrong way.)

3) In fact, save all clutches for evenings only, when it will spend all it's time being seen sitting stylishly in front of you.

4) Don't hate me, but are you too old for that dainty little purse?

Everything in fashion has an age limit. Taste and decorum mandate it. So does freakin' functionality.

If you're past the age of 16, forget about those miniature, dainty purses. You're a woman now and you have junk. In fact, the older you get, the more responsibility you have, and nearly every responsibility comes with a key. Night manager at McDonald's? Got a key. Driving? Car keys. House? Several keys. Keys to mom's house (because you can & do go home again), your sister's house (to take care of her dog when she's away), the old lady next door (in case of emergency)... the list goes on and on. You've got responsibilities; you've got a huge keyring.

5) If you're married, your husband's junk will take-up and additional between 25 and 33% of your purse's volume (and weight too). "Hey, honey, put my (keys, cell, wallet) in your purse," and "Here, you carry the map to the zoo," are actually said by husbands more often than wives tell their husbands to ask for directions.

6) If you've got kids, well, do I even need to remind you of all the stuff of theirs you carry around? Once the kids are out of diapers and you lose the diaper bag, everything then goes into your purse until they move out of the house. This is the math: for every child you have, double the volume and weight of your purse.

7) Married with kids? You'll still be pulling out pacifiers and zoo maps from your purse -- just to get to your lipstick -- nine years later.

8) On a related note, can this bag and the strap carry all this stuff without breaking?

Your purse should be able to carry all your responsibilities as gracefully as you do.

9) Don't be fooled by extremely dainty evening bags either.

Hey, you've still got keys, lipstick, cell phone and your wallet to carry. That's a bare minimum. What's the point of even carrying a purse if you have to leave everything but your car keys in your car?

That little bag is adorable for a reason: it's a little girl's purse.

10) And while we're on the subject of little girl purses... No 'every day' purses in white if you're not a virgin. Your life can't handle the upkeep. Scuffs on white purses are like the pimples on your nose on photo-taking-day; they stand out and that's how people remember you. Save white for dress-up time when you can enter the land make believe convincingly.

11) Don't get handbags which do not easily and securely close. It's literally an open invitation.

12) The number of purses you own should not exceed the number of pairs of shoes you have. No, they need not be matched sets -- you can mix and match as you'd like. But the number of handbags may only be less than or equal to, but not greater than, your shoe count. (Again, that's pairs of shoes -- no cheating!)

13) As the number of purses in your possesion increases, the price of each should decrease. This is simple economics, supply and demand. With each additional purse purchase the number of times each is used decreases, making the cost per use outrageous. Invest in good, quality bags first; then add the inexpensive. Want to splurge on a must-have-handbag? Sell (or donate) one of your old ones first.


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13 Ways to Celebrate Father's Day
13 fun things I did while on vacation
Thirteen TV Show I Like to Watch
30 years ago this summer Punk Rock ruled in the US and UK. Here are 13 things from this wild time.
Cool recipes from my new cookbook
13 Ways To Know Your Obsessed With Your Collection
13 Things I Miss About My Pre-Mom Life
13 Ways To Celebrate Summer Reading As A Family



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Ah-Shoe!

Why do we girls love the shoes? I don't know for sure, but these are nothing to sneeze at.

Available at Medieval Moccasins -- where their slogan should be, "Let us go all Medieval on your lass!"

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Mmm More Cake

You Are a Marble Cake

Eclectic, inventive, and peaceful.
You are never willing to accept what's "normal." You live to push the envelope.
You find it hard to make up your mind. You prefer to have everything you want, right away!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Wood Pecker Ware? But It's Roosters!

This vintage wooden knife holder features not one but two fancy roosters.


Also a neat vintage canister set and match safe, also with fancy roosters -- but with different birds.



All by Wood Pecker Ware.

Retro Uh-Oh

Schadenfreudian Therapy posted this vintage dishtowel...


But she didn't say a darn thing about what it says on "dad's" apron... "Cum N Get It"??! (I don't need to finish the thought, do I?)

Monday, June 11, 2007

Dead Cats, Goth Kids & Moms

Since Destiny is in a black 'Gothic' phase (God, please let it be a phase!) -- and she just dissected her first frog yesterday (she waited all school year long for this monumental event) -- I figured she'd be all over this idea...

But Des didn't like them.

Maybe it's just because I like them.

Read the rest here.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Comfort Clothing

Wearing this brown tee is more soothing than chocolate.


Get your Make Cupcakes Not War T-Shirt from Johnny Cupcakes Clothing.

Restored Wonders Never Cease

This has got to be one of the most beautiful, clever and practical ideas for antique furniture: turning a wood-workers workbench into a kitchen island.


I love the worn, beaten surface.


And the creative uses for holding paper towels, measuring cups, storing kettles and whatnot. Of course, at my house kitty would render them full of pet hair... But the idea is swell and could be modified for non-food prep items.

I love how their grand kids play on the table too.


A real usable, family friendly piece.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Watermelon's Not In The Stars

Bah, they are sold out of the Van Doren Strain of Moon & Stars Watermelon seeds.

Sure, they have other strains of Moon & Stars Watermelons, but as the tag line says, I am persnickety about color.

Which begs the question, are these really purple? The description says green... And this site has an an image of the seed package which shows purple fruit even if they also say "green."

All of this is confusing. And it's probably too late to plant them anyway -- not the hour at which I post, but the season. *wink*

More Coo Than Kitsch

Via Kitschy-Kitschy-Coo I discovered the wonderful works of Marisa Haedike at her Esty shop, Creative Thursday.

First, meet adorable Frannie:


Marisa makes and sells prints of Frannie as well as clay pieces. How is one to choose?

Next, these clay sculpture love birds:


If they were salt and pepper shakers, I know who they'd be the perfect gifts for... I don't know if she'd display art pieces like this... (Memo to self: Must investigate subtly.)

My favorite is little sack belly:


She's selling prints and I suppose I should be thankful for if there were an original available, I'd want to buy it asap, no matter what the OUIJA purse, my husband or wallet would say. It's the most lovely, warm, whimsical, pretty-with-a-touch-of-sadness thing I've seen in a long time.

Do honor the artist with a visit to her blog, a purchase from her store -- or honor us both by purchasing something for me from her store. *wink*

What Could Be Cooler Than A Handbag Which Divines?

Need help trying to decide what to buy?

If your wallet says 'no' but your heart says 'yes,' your spouse objects, or you suspect your girlfriend wants it for herself, what's a girl to do? With this OUIJA Board purse by *wicca-witch*, you're never far from an answer.

My Little Gloved Hands Clapping With Glee

I'm not an opera fan. In fact, I would need to be bound and taken to the opera. (However, if so trussed, why go to the opera at all? *wink*)

That all said, however, with these black satin gloves (with "Cleopatra" ribbon-like lace-up sleeves) I would reconsider it all. If going to the opera is the only way I could justify owning them, then buy them I shall -- and clap with glee.

These beauties are from The Finale Glove Company, which has been in business since 1954 (and the current President has been running the company for over 43 years).

Souvenir Shopping

The Lucky Lou Souvenir Shoe is a real throwback:

Our shoes are hand~carved by the same generations of families that have been making them since the 1940's. Lucky Lou takes their timeless designs a rock~step further.

Pretty-pretty! (If you've been following the 13 sandal rules.)

Thursday, June 07, 2007

No Cats Have Been Harmed In The Making Of This Post

Cat pencil sharpener:
You know when your cat sticks its bum in your face and you go eeuw don't stick your bum in my face mister or I will stick a pencil up it. Well that is the exact scenario which inspired the making of this wonderful pencil sharpener. 12cm long and nicely weighted to stand calmly on your desk.
Discovering this, I was instantly reminded of several excellent cat butt stories. (You seems surprised that I would save & bookmark tales of cat behinds... Why? Don't you own a cat?)

First, this bit Angela posted at the Sex Kitten message boards:
So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died. Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom. Well, we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli.

Eli really loves Chap Stick. LOVES IT. He kept asking to use my Chap Stick and then losing it. So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my Chap Stick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done.

Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.

We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli.

He was applying my Chap Stick very carefully to Jack's . . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped." Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind. And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.

And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've been using your Chap Stick on the cat's butt.

Second, in my cat butt stories, is this one on cats and Easter grass (ditto on the tinsel too).