I attended The Girlie Show art event Friday - all artists showing were women, and though most of the offerings seemed rather flavor-of-the-day, Etsy/owl/bird/urban hipster trendy (no offense, etc.), one vendor's booth drew me right in. She had created the most charming (if somewhat flamboyant)...
Had a lovely day out in Tulsa, but with a few strange encounters. Nothing I'm wearing is vintage, nor out of the ordinary (well, they're stockings on my legs, not tights, but no one would know that as I wasn't flashing my garters to the general public.) The skirt is a brand new birthday gift...
I must agree mostly with both chanteuse and lolly-loisides; to a point, there's no getting around looks. We women know that from day one. There's always a sharper, sexier, more stunning female around the corner, and spending time in comparison never ends well. The most we can do (as women OR...
My husband was a postman for years (first with Royal Mail in Britain, then with USPS). If they were left to do their jobs logically, things might be better. Unfortunately, when decisions are made by overpaid fatcats in offices hundreds or thousands of miles away, and those decisions always...
In the right hands, it'd make a fabulous short film.
The Velvet Ribbon
by Ann McGovern
Once there was a man who fell in love with a beautiful girl. And before the next full moon rose in the sky, they were wed.
To please her husband, the young wife wore a different gown...
I dig the bottom dress in a big way. How fun to accessorize something like that! The top one, though, with the atomic caterpillar arms is like its own entity. (I wonder if she named it?)
Exploring with open eyes, one can discover a surprising number of deco buildings in OKC - schools, early shopping centers, etc. But my favorite is the First National Building downtown. It is by far the showiest in terms of detail. The ground floor contains a small office supply shop that...
A couple pints of Ace pear cider, on tap. When it became clear the Phillies weren't going to make the game interesting enough, we came home to a dusty bottle of Vampire pinot grigio.
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