Hello friends! 2018 sped quickly out of the gate for me and I’m still working to catch up! Family matters and health issues have kept me away from the blog for a bit. My job has kept me pretty busy as well; the end of the year and the beginning of a new year are busy times for me. Obviously, my family and our health takes priority, and my job helps pay the bills, so the blog ends up getting the short end of the stick during these busy times. I will try to get here as much as I can. Thanks so much for sticking with me and for your patience. Continue reading “Dreaming of Summer with Palazzo Pants”
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and are still enjoying this holiday week. We went to see my parents for a quick visit and then came back home to spend time with my husband’s parents and uncle. Since the kids are off from school, I’ve got various appointments to get them to and I’m also still working my part-time job. So while we are still in holiday mode, we do have a bit of a To-Do list.
My stepson, Jaekob, has accepted an offer from Virginia Commonwealth University (VCU) in Richmond to throw discus and shot put on the school’s track and field team. We all went to VCU a few weekends ago and bought a few items with the VCU logo on it. Even our dog got a VCU collar and leash.
“A glamorous woman is always elegant, but she also possesses an air of mystery and excitement.” – Ralph Lauren
I love this quote, especially the “air of mystery,” because I think that is one of the most important accessories for a woman (the other is her smile). In my opinion, there should be an air of mystery about a woman and the outfit she chooses to present to the world. I like to think I cultivate some mystery in what I don’t show to the world. In other words, I prefer not to reveal every inch of my body; I think modesty speaks volumes about who I am and what I represent. I am not saying that I walk about covered completely in a blanket, but for me, I like things that provide some cover, while still celebrating the female body.
My husband told us this week that he wants to fry a turkey this Thanksgiving. We tried this a few years ago and it was a spectacular failure. After 4 hours in the fyer, the turkey was still pink. Pink, I tell you! To this day, we’re not exactly sure what went wrong because we thought that we followed all the directions. If we hadn’t agreed to put a “backup” turkey in the oven, then we would have been eating a meatless Thanksgiving Day meal.
I once had a boss who said if we were going to fail at something, let it be a spectacular failure. That way, everyone would know that we gave the effort everything we had, and then some. We certainly learned a few things from our last turkey frying attempt and we’ll be putting those lessons to use this year.
And I’ll be buying a second turkey, just in case.
I woke up early Saturday morning to learn that I had won the Thrifted Chic Style Challenge from last week! Excited can’t even begin to describe how I felt. This was my first-ever contest for a style challenge and my first win. Continue reading “Thrifted Chic Style Challenge Winner!”
In one of my English courses at George Mason University, my professor made us watch the famed 1954 Japanese movie Seven Samauri. We were studying Japanese culture at the time and his lesson was centered on the similarities between that movie and the spaghetti westerns that became popular in the mid-1960s. Seven Samauri was actually remade into the American movie, The Magnificent Seven, but there is one name synonymous with spaghetti westerns. C’mon, take a guess. But first, you’ve got to ask yourself one question. Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya? Continue reading “Make My Day with Leopard Boots and a Blanket Poncho”
During my dad’s first military assignment on the island of Crete in Greece, we lived off base in a small apartment. It had no central hearing nor air conditioning. My parents had space heaters in some rooms, but they weren’t enough to keep us warm during the winter. Not that it gets super hot or cold there. The average temperature in January hovers around 52 degrees Fahrenheit with the hottest temps reaching about 79 degrees Fahrenheit in the summer.
Still, I remember plenty of cold nights in our little apartment during the winter. My parents didn’t feel it was safe to leave the space heaters on all night, so we would wrap ourselves in coats, hats and gloves. Then we would crawl under our many layers of blankets. In a family of four kids, we didn’t have separate coats for separate occasions. The coat I crawled in bed with was the same coat I wore to school, to play outside, to go to church, etc.
Maybe that’s why today I have a decent collection of coats. Trenches, casual coats, jean jackets, leather jackets and anoraks are all in my closet. I enjoy wearing each of them throughout the year. Continue reading “Stepping Back In Time With A Red Swing Coat”
My youngest son found out last night that he got his first job! I’m so excited for him! It’s only part-time at a fast-food restaurant, but he is still in high school so he can’t take on too many additional projects. This is a huge accomplishment for him. He applied on his own and didn’t tell me until after he sent his application in. I took him to the interview and he thought he didn’t get it because he didn’t hear back from them right away. But he received an email last night asking him to come to orientation.
First jobs are always exciting in my opinion. He’ll feel that little streak of independence with something that is completely outside our family world. And then once that first paycheck comes in…..I’m sure it will feel like a million bucks to him!
My first job was at a Roy Rogers restaurant. Remember those? Maybe I’m dating myself. I had to wear a red polyester short-sleeve shirt, a denim overall dress, nude-colored nylons and – this is the best part – a cowboy hat.
When I was little, my mom used to make pumpkin soup every Halloween. She would scrape out all the meat in a pumpkin and then boil it down until the meat was tender. She would then add some half and half, salt and pepper and heat it through. In the meantime, she would have egg noodles boiling on a back burner. When they were done, she would drain them and set a ladle full in each of our bowls. Over that, she would pour the pumpkin soup mixture. I’ll be honest, it may not have looked appetizing at the time, but it was still the best tasting soup I ever had.
I looked forward to eating that soup every Halloween. In my eyes, it heralded the official start of fall in our house. I knew that no matter how cool the autumn evenings would get, that pumpkin soup would warm me right through. Continue reading “Poncho Sweater, Burgundy Booties and the Ageless Style Linkup”