alas, the metal leaves were gone from the thrift store but i managed to pick up more metal birds (curtis jere “style”, but no signature.)
i probably won’t paint these. but never say never.
lori and i were on a mission yesterday to test-drive a restaurant she picked for her birthday party. while we were a tad disappointed in the decor (obvious and a little boring,) there were a couple things we were thrilled over. number one, we were referred to as “2 girls” on the check. could be one of the nicest things anyone’s said about us in years, save for a character we met in palm springs who, mid-conversation, stopped and said to us, “you’re not hollywood movie stars, are you?” like, does it get any better for a couple almost-50 year olds? we take what we can get. so to be referred to as “2 girls” and not “2 women trying too hard” was quite something.
i’ve heard about fries served in cones, but have never actually HAD fries in a cone in a restaurant. the fries in my blog picture are just in an upside down child’s paper birthday hat lined with wax paper, which i later learned from a couple people at the bar is a very bad thing in that the hot fries will melt the wax and ruin the fries. they tasted fine to me but could perhaps explain why i inadvertantly attended a friend’s bridal shower in a fancy restaurant on the wrong day and coincidentally crashed another very wealthy, very proper, very posh bridal shower and suffered major embarrassment over my error. wax paper poisoning. that’s it. that’s where it all went wrong for me. when i inevitably goof up again i’m blaming the wax paper.
and i’ve got sunshine yellow on the brain.
(this is an ongoing spray painting project that is going terribly wrong. but it’s still sunshiney yellow.)
and this is a recently thrifted retro cosco stool that just needed a little cleaning up. well, a lot of cleaning up.
i’ve been inspired by the big yellow rocker.
first of all, can we just talk about the weather we’ve been having????
seriously, it’s been all kinds of gorgeous for DAYS in a row. we didn’t have this gift last year and to be sure, it won’t be long-lived as rain is making its way toward us in the next few days. but boy, it’s been nice.
decided to pry myself away from the house, visit a local park, plunk down on a bench and read my newly thrifted book without distraction.
oh procrastination. it’s my worst attribute. and i’m determined to lick it. found this book from 1979 last night at the thrift store. it was so funny to read the first couple chapters and see myself in many of the examples. i’m learning new terms like “discomfort dodging” and “action diversions” or “addictivities,” and oh can i ever relate. addictivities are activities you do to avoid doing what you really need to do. guilty as charged.
this book is my new bible. i will read it. i will finish it. i will be a changed woman by the time i turn 50. if i could only keep getting more perfect afternoons like this. the park was empty, save for one other couple who were there for a short time, far far away from me. once school is out though, empty parks will be hard to come by.
also thrifted a tough-gal jacket from italy for super cheap. nice and lightweight, but fully lined with wool.
brought along my new decor book “etcetera, etc.” as well, which i am LOVING. it’s just gutsy decor and i tend to play it so safe…i’m hoping to loosen up a tad…
bookshelves. i need bookshelves. i need a house with bookshelves. i need a job so i can buy a house with bookshelves. i need to stop going to the park so i can stop procrastinating sending off resumes so i can get a job so i can buy a house with bookshelves.
another page from the book:
yup, i have that lamp in orange.
thrifting is another one of those “addictivities” i do to avoid doing what i really should be doing.
give up thrifting?
sometimes i get so full of myself.
i have another example of shallow, superficial validation.
so far, retirement being unemployed has been fun. ok, it’s only been 1 day. and let me just say for the record, my last evening of employment was a fine one. no 450 lb. clients to work on – i massaged two lovely women who were both sweethearts, and sometimes in the casino world this is a rare thing. and *bonus* – when i parked my car in the employee parking lot to catch the bus for my very last time, magically the very first parking space, the one closest to the bus, was available and was mine all mine. it was nearly a perfect evening, if work can ever be described as perfect.
and so, hanging on my doorknob yesterday was a “happy unemployment” gift. several weeks ago on design*sponge, there was a sneak peek of the home and business of sibella court and i was positively taken with it. her style spoke to me as i have a tendency to collect stuff. too much stuff. and don’t know how to not collect. and apparently she has a book out that is only available at anthropologie stores and it wasn’t yet listed on the anthropologie website (although it is now) and we happen to have an anthropologie store here in my state and i happen to have a friend who happens to work near(ish) that store and when i happened to mention i might make the drive up there during my retirement, he happened to pop into said store where they happened to have their very last copy of the book in stock. and now that book belongs to me me me. “etcetera, etc.”
now, i haven’t had the time to really sit down and study and memorize and fully absorb the book yet (though lord knows i’ll have plenty of time,) but i did a quick scan-through and opened up to this page.
i nearly died. i own that exact sweater! and that exact sweater happens to have a funny(ish) back story. several years ago i bought the sweater at a goodwill for $3. i was intrigued by it because i knew it was old, it was cashmere, it had fun embellishments, but what struck me most were the rivets. i thought, “heck, this is kind of “edgy” for a fancy sweater for its time. pearls and rhinestones and rivets.”
mind you, when i bought the sweater, there was no fur collar attached to it. and i wore it out to dinner like that.
fast forward one and a half years later when i’m in a completely different goodwill, hundreds of miles away from where i originally bought the sweater, and there hanging amongst the scarves is a piece of fur. i was all, “what the heck is this thing, this fur thingie?!?!” flipped it over and it had SNAPS. my mind instantly went a million miles an hour digesting and processing those snaps, and i was all at once mortified i had worn a sweater out in public thinking it was beyond cool when really it was only half-a-sweater, missing its most important piece, and then simultaneously elated to actually FIND just the piece of fur, just the fur collar. at half-price!!!! $1.50. i didn’t even know if it would fit my sweater, but turns out it was a perfect match. like cinderella and her glass slipper, sort of.
and i’ve got to tell you. i’m one of the ones who feels funny about wearing fur. i’m just not the fur wearing type. but sometimes you’ve got to make an exception. especially when there’s a good story behind it. and my story just keeps getting better now that it is PUBLISHED in the coolest book EVER.
i wonder if this is what my fortune teller lady meant when she said i would have something published. (did i mention that? she told me i’d have something published? no? well, she did.)
today is my last day of work.
i will share one (of a gazillion) little stories i’ve had working at the casino.
just about this time last year, st. patrick’s day weekend, i massaged a woman named eileen. eileen stood about 4 feet tall.
our clients are given a form to fill out where they can list areas of concentration they’d like to focus on when receiving a massage. if this is left blank, as it was in eileen’s case, when i come back into the room after they’ve gotten onto the table, i’ll usually say something to the effect of,
“so – no particular areas of tension or soreness?”
now, most people will say, “oh, my low back always gives me trouble,” or “my neck and shoulders bother me,” or “i love to have my feet massaged.” stuff like that.
eileen says to me, “well, yes indeed, i’ve got some awful bloating in my stomach from all that corned beef and cabbage i’ve been eating…you know how THAT goes.”
to which i responded, “wait a minute, are you a leprechaun?”
and eileen said, “oh dear, don’t be silly, there’s no such thing as a lady leprechaun.”
i learned something new there every day. leprechauns are only men.
eileen was just a short irish woman with gas.