smoothie

in the same vein that i’ve never been a cat gal, i have also never been one to down a smoothie for breakfast.  like, never.  never went to an orange julius, never went to a jamba juice.  ok, maybe once in the 80s i had an orange julius.  me, i like the act of chewing food and swallowing food too much.  why grind up chewable food in a blender?  i would hear about people going on liquid diets and could never imagine such torture.   i need the chomp, chomp, chomp satisfaction. 

so a coupla few weeks ago i went on a raw foods diet, just as a way to drop a couple pounds and purge the bod a little.  nothing dramatic, nothing drastic.  i ate a ton of food.  fruits, veggies, raw almond butter.  and drank a ton of tea.  ginger tea is my favorite and i don’t really like tea, but i do enjoy a ginger tea.  and this is when i decided to invite the smoothie into my life for a little variety.  not the “green drink” that i probably should be having every morning, with fresh veggies.  i went the fruit route.  bananas and blueberries and flax seed and some organic juice and ice cubes whipped up in my magic bullet

turns out i like them. 

i’d probably love them with rum or vodka, but so far haven’t experimented.  i told you, i’m trying to purge.  cleanse the highways and byways that run through the inner workings of this body of mine. 

i’m pretty sure the main reason i like these smoothies is cuz i get to use the bigger vintage glassware i’ve collected and never use cuz i don’t normally like to drink out of big glasses.  smoothies are MADE for vintage tumblers. 

   

so, what’s that green candleholder in the background, i hear you asking. 

when i picked it up to look at it in the thrift store i couldn’t believe when it said “denmark” on the bottom.  not to mention it was dirt cheap.  almus keramik.  i’ll take it. 

that’s it for me.  i’m drinkin’ smoothies.  earth shattering, i know.


cat

ok, let’s review.

cats.

not a fan.

not a cat girl.

never liked ’em.

never will.

and yet…

when overpriced goodwill puts a less-than-a-buck price tag on an aarikka finland  wooden cat, somehow i gotta buy it. 

cuz i’m greedy and won’t leave it for someone who really really IS a cat person.

i am slowly, but definitely surely, becoming an old cat lady.


swallow

this week’s cocktail is a version of last week’s blueberry french 75, only it’s made with fresh raspberries and lime juice (instead of blueberries and lemon juice.)

1/2 fresh squeezed lime

1 oz gin

6 raspberries

a little sugar

prosecco or cava or champagne

muddle the raspberries and sugar in a shaker.  add the gin and lime juice.  throw a few ice cubes in to chill and shake gently.  strain into a cocktail glass and top with your choice of bubbly (i used prosecco.)  makes 1.  and i’m tellin’ ya, one knocks me for a loop.

i went to the sundays only flea market this past weekend for inspiration purposes, as i have been uninspired as of late.  i haven’t crafted anything in what seems like forEVER.  unfortunately, i didn’t get much inspiration.  i did, however, find a set of two handmade vintage curtain panels with one valance in a great black and white and gray triangles fabric for $3. 

i bought them for the fabric only, but i’ll be darned, one panel happens to fit my back door, so i hung it.

why are you hanging curtains when you’re supposed to be packing up and moving, you ask?  cuz i’m an idiot.

i also bought these:

they’re a tad danish-y and a tad teak-y, but then again, somethin’ ain’t quite right about them, either.

FISHIES.

whatever.

the price was right.

the sun has finally come out after a week of blech.  i’ll be fighting the paparazzi glare with my flea market 70s foster grants.  they’re GIGANTIC. and PERFECT.