Sunday, July 05, 2015

I Didn't Do It

 I dunno, modern life is getting a bit vulgar for my tastes. Everyone's so clever...or they think they are.


 "I didn't do anything to your pool-I wasn't even near it."
 " Pee. Not Bee."
 "Fine then."


 "Not I, but I might go eat that tomato."
 "It wasn't me. Ask the cat in the planter beside me."
 "Pee in the pool?! How dare you! Well I never!"
 "In the pool? No...but I did get the rain gauge. Sorry."
 "It wasn't us, but someone is spraying-we had to get our rain gear. Ask the cat in the planter next door."
 "I won't have my ability to hold my urine impugned this way. I simply won't have it!"
"Oh just shut up, will you?"

Well if none of us are responsible that only leaves...

"You'll never know, will you?" (Evil laugh).


"Moi?"


 "Don't ask me that again.
Outfit Particulars:

Jumpsuit-K Mart (last year)
Shoes-Goodwill
Handbag-Goodwill
Bracelets-Claire's
Necklace-Etsy


Danny bought this terrible toy where you essentially feed plastic hamburgers to a pig until it explodes. He wants to dress it in a suit and feed it toy money and re-brand it as, "Capitalist Pig." Leave it to my kid to come up with that.

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I particularly like that you have to whack it on the head to make it swallow the food. Nice.


Cheap camera, sorry.
 Last evening we returned to our private firework viewing location high atop Burt Street to watch the show(s). The people across the street were putting on a better show than the municipal one. I can't imagine how many thousands of dollars they spent doing it, but I'm sure everyone in the neighbourhood appreciated it (well, maybe not their pets)-it was great!

But now all's quiet again, and summer rolls along until labour day. 
 I've been playing that game where I try to wear as little clothing as possible without being indecent. This skirt is very light-perhaps a bit too light as I discovered with the first good wind.
 It wouldn't be summer without my favourite straw-look bag.
 ...and photos of my shoes taken in the car.
 ...because it gets boring waiting for Mr. ETB to finish up in the auto parts store.

This was a first wear for this carousel horse pin.

 Outfit Particulars:

Laura Ashley shell top-Goodwill
Blue necklace-Goodwill
White Necklace-A thrift shop in Seward, NE
Handbag-Goodwill
Pin-Hand-Me-Ups
Skirt-Thrift World
Shoes-K Mart
Fragrance-Guerlain Cour des Senteurs Versailles (I went to a bit of trouble securing a decant of this only to discover it smells like Jean Nate. No shit. I'm glad I didn't go for a huge bottle. I like Jean Nate, but I wouldn't travel to France to buy it. It could be that I'm missing something (like the jasmine) but really-I'm not sure I could tell it from Jean Nate in a blind testing).

Now, as to who peed in the pool? That mystery may remain unsolved, but it should be clean again by Monday (they did have to do a drain/re-treat last week after a particularly heavy rain (or peeing). I sincerely hope so-I'm getting behind on my leisure time, and we wouldn't want that.

NO Peeing!


Saturday, July 04, 2015

Independence Day 2015

Hello, Washington the Eagle here to tell you about our 4th of July picnic. Goody was tired, so she asked if I'd handle the post.

We packed the hamper and headed over to Pipal park, which was largely abandoned for our holiday picnic. The other birds looked jealous as they had only worms to eat.
This year, the humans bought proper dishes to use at the picnic. For readers outside of the US, the image is the Liberty Bell.
 The paper flags were a nice touch.
 The coleslaw was excellent. Potato salad is fine, but when an Eagle gets hungry (and there isn't any fish) only finely shredded cabbage and carrots will satisfy.
Sigh, you want to know what's in the sandwich, don't you? She made Coronation Tofu (like Coronation chicken, but with tofu as they're vegetarians, you see?).

Washington: Seriously? You made Coronation Chicken for the 4th of July picnic?
Goody: Yes, why not? My mother always did.
Washington: Of course she did. 
Goody: Oh, yeah that's funny. I never put it together.
Washington: Of course you didn't...loyalist.
Goody: Can we change the subject before I'm tarred and feathered?
Washington: You mother had a sense of humour. What happened to you?

To be honest, it was excellent Coronation Tofu. I mean, you wouldn't even know it was baked tofu instead of chicken by the time she covered it in curry powder, salad cream, and homemade chutney. We're just not tofu hot dog people. We did get bottles of special soda for the occasion which was a bit of a treat. I can't drink too much as it gives me gas. Do my feathers look bloated to you?
There's fireworks again tonight, but last evening we were able to watch the neighbourhood pyromaniacs shooting them off in backyards. Tonight Goody is taking the good camera and a tripod so hopefully the photos will be better...but you get the idea.
 The abandoned parking lot of the college next door is a prime firework viewing location. The security guard stopped to say hello, told Danny it was OK to play with his gunpowder snaps, and off he rode leaving us to a panoramic view of explosions all through the neighbourhood. This is a very high point at the top of a hill, so the view is excellent. You could say it was an eagle's eye view.
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The 17 year cicadas are singing in the trees, but they haven't started to fall yet (when they're done mating). The noise in our neighbourhood isn't too terrible considering how many trees we have, but some areas are finding it deafening. I thought you might enjoy a little sound clip.
Happy Birthday America. You don't look a day over 200.

Wednesday, July 01, 2015

A Bit Dotty

Mr. ETB said this blouse and skirt reminds him of the old green type on a black computer screen. I had to laugh as he never notices anything I wear-but look like a computer from the late 80's, and it will catch his attention! I think that old green type was easier to look at than the spots on this dress without inducing a headache.
I should have hit CTRL ALT DEL before leaving the house dressed like this, but I was in a hurry, as I had very important business to attend. There were twelve pounds of Bing cherries waiting for us to pick up for Danny's Fair jams, conserves, and chutneys. It was good timing as we booked our hotel rooms for the fair last evening. Only 57 days until the State Fair! 

I wore my "State Fair" hat to get in the mood.

Last week I dried several pounds of cherries to use in baking and in a double-cherry conserve with both fresh and dried fruit (and a splash of brandy). I wear gloves, but I've also accepted that my hands will be stained for the next few weeks. It is a small price to pay for a larder filled with the best things of summer to enjoy all winter. Danny's focused on winning ribbons, but I'm looking forward to all the wonderful things we'll have to share at Christmas. It used to be so much work getting the preserving done, but Danny's changed all that. I strongly endorse teaching preserving to children (your own, or any willing student) because you can get them to do all your work for you! Shhhh, they think they're having fun. Bonus points if you can get them to think weeding the garden and pushing the Hoover are adventures.

Speaking of adventures...we spotted this at Hand-Me-Ups yesterday. It was about 5 ft tall including the massive shade. I threatened to buy it, Danny threatened to buy some gold cherubs, and in the end we decided it best to just buy the Johnson Brothers "Jewel" flow blue platter and get the hell out. But really, I wanted that lamp so bad it hurts. If we had a holiday cabin in the woods, I'd have bought it without question. I don't suppose it would be right to purchase holiday property just to have a place for a lamp. Damn, I want that lamp in the worst way.


The creepy doll propped against it upset Danny. He said it looked like the sort of thing that would come to life and stab you in your sleep. The lamp on the shelf behind it was nice too, but we've reached "peak lamp."


Outfit Particulars:

80's rayon blend blouse and skirt by Southern Lady (I'm neither) Hand-Me-Ups-$6.99
80's Lady Carol (geez, what's with all the ladies?) of New York crepe jacket-Hand-Me-Ups .99 cents
Shoes-Goodwill
Mandolin necklace by 1928-bought 80's, Marshall Field's (I think)
1960's gold beads-Thrift World
Bentmar hat (60's-ish) Hand-Me-Ups
 60's Gold and black necklace-Hand-Me-Ups
1950's green crystal clip earrings-Hand-Me-Ups
1960's (70's?) bag by JR-Thrift World
1960's Monet Brooch-Can't remember
Onyx and gold bracelet-Mum's
Niello bracelet-Goodwill
Tights-K Mart
Fragrance-still none due to asthma, but my bottle of Guerlain Santal Royal arrived and I hid away in my room to give it a sniff from the bottle where it wouldn't bother Danny. Oh. My. God. I'm not an oud fanatic but Oh. My. God. Why do I always fall in love with the hard-to-get stuff? Seriously. This is LOVE.
 Why wear one necklace when you can wear three? And a brooch, because...well I don't need a reason, do I?
 Mum wore that onyx bracelet practically every day after she bought it in the 80's. It looks strange on my wrist, to be honest. My mother had graceful, delicate looking hands where mine...aren't. I just noticed that string hanging on my sleeve. I hate when I only notice it when I go to post pictures. Gah, getting old and blind, I am.

There's something familiar about the way this outfit is put together. Is it the hat? The collar on the jacket? Wait, I think I know...

Though I must say, I think I accessorise better.

Definitely.

Happy Canada Day!



Monday, June 29, 2015

Don't Eat the Cobbler!

 "Yeah, you just go ahead and touch that hairdo Mr. Prairie Dog, and you can forget about my signing petitions to save your furry ass from angry farmers. Yeah, go on-see if I mean it. And what's with the bandit mask anyway? It makes you look like a dick. Don't touch my hair."

Outfit Particulars:

Barkcloth 1970's dress (late 60's maybe?)-thrifted in Massachusetts decades ago
1960's handbag-Goodwill
White cork heeled sandals-K Mart
Bangles-all over
Hair flower-Tiff and Tam
Earrings-Hand-Me-Ups
1970's Triffari necklace-Hand-Me-Ups
Fragrance-None, I think it was the prairie dog.
 The gardens are in full-bloom at the Swanson library. I just adore that place.
 Our flowers are a bit slow this year, so I'm enjoying theirs as we wait.

 The Georgia peaches have arrived.
 What the hell?!
                                                            Don't eat the cobbler!
Yeah, I have no idea what goes on down south, and I really don't want to find out.
Uh oh, I think we picked up a zombie along the way.
 Outfit Particulars:

White dress-Gordman's about 8 years ago
Gold sandals-Goodwill
Enid Collins bag-Antique mall
1970's necklace-Hand-Me-Ups
1950's clip earrings-Hand-Me-Ups
1950's milk glass coil bracelet-Hand-Me-Ups

 Pretty detail on the hem, but it doesn't photograph well. This dress is about three sizes too big on top, but on a hot, humid day it is just the most comfortable thing in the world to wear. No one yelled, "Watch the sideboob" at me, so I think I was able to remain decent. Mostly.

This is a dual holiday week with Canada Day and the Fourth of July. I'm not Canadian, though my grandmother did live in Canada before settling in the United States. As it was the first stop for my Dad's side of the family in the New World, we observe it as a day to celebrate our neighbo(u)rs, and appreciate the refuge they have given to so many. And it is a great excuse to eat poutine and butter pies. Thanks, Canada-we love you guys!

We live in a location that permits us to see fireworks displays from all over the city and surrounding areas easily (higher elevation helps). We'll have our annual July 4th picnic at the park (weather permitting) and then head next door in the evening to watch the panoramic view of fireworks from the lawn of the college next door. Last year, we had it to ourselves (and the security guards) and that was great. No crowds, drunks, idiots shooting off guns (because that's how idiots celebrate around here) just us and a city's worth of entertainment two minutes from home. Danny's been having some terrible asthma following what we thought was just a simple cold, and the last place I want him is in the poor-air-quality of a fireworks show. There's something to be said for living upwind of nearly everything. 

I promised to bake something from my terrifying Americana collection of cookery books for the celebration (they will NOT eat jelly (Jell-O), so that rules out quite a lot of traditional holiday desserts). I have a few days to come up with something. 

Not shown-three librarians watching laughing from the desk as I make an idiot of myself. Oh well, they know me.