A pink hat
Oh, you probably already knew this - but I didn't, until I was invited to participate: if you are a) a woman and b) between 45 and 49 years old, you can c) go along as a guest on Red Hat expeditions! But: you must wear a pink hat and lavender clothing, the Junior Miss version of a red hat and purple clothing.
And so, pink on top and lavender elsewhere, I got to go to the Boston Flower Show and a catered luncheon with a bunch of wild, juicy, lovely "older" women. It was fun!
Well, next April will bring my 50th birthday, and even though it's months away still, I'm saying buh-bye now to my pink hat. BUT I'm not rushing out to buy purple togs/red chapeau - not yet!
(It wasn't a particularly cute hat, so no great loss. Maybe it'll look sweet on somebody else, a pre-Red Hatter or someone who is more of a Hat Person in general. . .)
xo, LD
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
This Little Light of Mine
An oil lamp, minus the oil
I bought this glass lamp, with its pressed design and hurricane top (surely there's a technical term for that piece), prior to hurricane season shortly after we bought our house. The lamp and its giant economy-sized bottle of oil have been waiting, waiting, waiting, in our basement, ready to shine bravely in the darkness, for almost twenty years. We used it, I think, maybe once? Probably just to make sure that it actually worked. . .?
The oil (paraffin? kerosene? creepy stuff) finally went on a one-way trip last Hazardous Waste Day, and now. . . adieu to the lamp!
(We've got plenty of batteries, and even though we gave up our Halloween flashlights, there are more than enough flashlights remaining - without holiday motifs - for our next blackout!) (And do we have emergency candles? Oh, boy, we do, indeed! That'll be a post for another day!)
We're beginning to see the light!
xo, LD
I bought this glass lamp, with its pressed design and hurricane top (surely there's a technical term for that piece), prior to hurricane season shortly after we bought our house. The lamp and its giant economy-sized bottle of oil have been waiting, waiting, waiting, in our basement, ready to shine bravely in the darkness, for almost twenty years. We used it, I think, maybe once? Probably just to make sure that it actually worked. . .?
The oil (paraffin? kerosene? creepy stuff) finally went on a one-way trip last Hazardous Waste Day, and now. . . adieu to the lamp!
(We've got plenty of batteries, and even though we gave up our Halloween flashlights, there are more than enough flashlights remaining - without holiday motifs - for our next blackout!) (And do we have emergency candles? Oh, boy, we do, indeed! That'll be a post for another day!)
We're beginning to see the light!
xo, LD
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Hello, handbag. . . goodbye!
More purses/pocketbooks/handbags/totes
Continuing on the theme of "I only have two arms," I'm still editing my purse collection. . . ooh, the pain! But I've managed to tear away another two totes, a tiny handbag, and two pocketbooks! I hope their next owners will truly love them, and get a lot of use from them!
Ahhhhh! (One "h" for each purse less!) A little more clutter weight off my shoulders. . . literally!
xo, LD
Continuing on the theme of "I only have two arms," I'm still editing my purse collection. . . ooh, the pain! But I've managed to tear away another two totes, a tiny handbag, and two pocketbooks! I hope their next owners will truly love them, and get a lot of use from them!
Ahhhhh! (One "h" for each purse less!) A little more clutter weight off my shoulders. . . literally!
xo, LD
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Bye, bye, bag!
A faux Vera B. quilted bag
Pretty is as pretty does, but this pretender bag has been sent away to grace someone else's shoulder. Because. . . I only have two arms. I just don't need a bazillion bags. (Say I, bravely!)
xo, LD
Pretty is as pretty does, but this pretender bag has been sent away to grace someone else's shoulder. Because. . . I only have two arms. I just don't need a bazillion bags. (Say I, bravely!)
xo, LD
Monday, August 25, 2008
Candles in the Wind
A couple of pillar candles
A big blue one, and a stately white one. . . careful analysis shows that I already own enough candles to light Miss Haversham's wedding day for the next umpteen years. These ones can go light up somebody's else life.
xo, LD
A big blue one, and a stately white one. . . careful analysis shows that I already own enough candles to light Miss Haversham's wedding day for the next umpteen years. These ones can go light up somebody's else life.
xo, LD
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Aw, nuts.
Ancient Nutella
I meant to eat it, but there it sat, opened but mostly untouched, on a pantry shelf next to a revolving assortment of peanuts, almonds, and cashews. I liked having it on the shelf, because it reminded me of my time - a long time ago now - in Italy. But: I also never really acknowledged that I never really liked the taste of it. So there it sat, taunting me almost daily ("Don't be wasteful!"). . . for maybe a year? Time to acknowledge that I don't need it as a souvenir: I have other wonderful memories of Italy, tangible and intangible, and I definitely don't need any backtalk from my foodstuff. . . so there!. . . so long!
xo, LD
I meant to eat it, but there it sat, opened but mostly untouched, on a pantry shelf next to a revolving assortment of peanuts, almonds, and cashews. I liked having it on the shelf, because it reminded me of my time - a long time ago now - in Italy. But: I also never really acknowledged that I never really liked the taste of it. So there it sat, taunting me almost daily ("Don't be wasteful!"). . . for maybe a year? Time to acknowledge that I don't need it as a souvenir: I have other wonderful memories of Italy, tangible and intangible, and I definitely don't need any backtalk from my foodstuff. . . so there!. . . so long!
xo, LD
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