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.



it was one of those days where i ran out of saran wrap and then reached for a ziploc bag only to find an empty box.  and also yanked the last string of dental floss.  don’t worry, there was still plenty of toilet paper.

so as i was headed to the store for food-preserving/dental hygiene supplies, why not just pop into goodwill for a quick go-around?  any excuse to thrift.

great quality vintage linens, a yellow enamel dansk paella pan in darn near mint condition, some really well done vintage paint-by-numbers and a nice framed embroidery piece on linen, and then an original mixed media painting by an artist named “gazley” entitled “deck chairs.”  i’ll probably remat the thing in white, but it’s a nice summer piece of art i think.  it had a $50 price tag on the back.  i got it for 99¢.

and then i got my saran wrap, ziploc baggies and dental floss.

xmas ‘hood

i’m not over-the-top christmasy this year, but i decided to set up a christmas village on top of my big ol’ hutch in the living room. 

the snow bunny paint-by-number was the very first paint-by-number i ever picked up in a thrift store.  perfect for the holidays.

only used a small representation of my little japanese cardboard houses i’ve amassed over the years.

i’m rather fond of the out-of-proportion element of the items together.  the baby deer are bigger than the houses.  so are the people.

pinocchio’s head makes an appearance:

(it’s a yo-yo, made in italy, found in a thrift store years ago.)

oh, it’s just a big old hodge-podge of stuff i’ve collected over the years that makes me giggle.  textured white trees from anthropologie, bottle brush trees picked up here and there, vintage plastic deer, giant scandinavian shaped wood deer, some handmade linen trees, an orrefors black crystal santa, danish wooden dolls.  a nice big (mini) christmas mish-mash. 

i’m beginning to conjure up a little more christmas spirit now that i’ve got twinkly lights up, but something’s still not quite there.  mmm.  maybe a boyfriend?  or a house of my own?  or a job where i don’t have to work holidays?  what could it be?

i know.  i should be grateful for what i DO have.  and i’ve got one awesome vintage christmas ‘hood goin’ on.