rock fashions

sunset shorts and fringed knee high moccasins

as seen at the Joan Jett Show at Cherry Festival, Traverse City

righteous pink dip

our friend Jay, in satin tiger

big booty in a Misfits skirt

Holman blueberry love

 thank you Laurie

market fashions July 25, 2015

hat parade

no caption needed

blanket flower and marrow

farmers market trade

no shame in the Bug, and Pot Kitty

Boyne City, Michigan thrift haul: yellow skirt from FASHION BUG (aw yeah), leopard sweater and ultra cute embroidered slipper booties

I am collecting vintage games to cover a small wall in the house with the game boards.  Picked these up for pennies

this poster was the "game board" for the Royal Rummy game - I am going to frame it

The graphics on the "Careers" game are 70s fabulous

beating up the bushes

Why just play, when you can play AND wreck the hedge?

stairway to heaven

Mama, my barn cat, sits at her front door

triple-za

Home made mini pizzas with bell peppers and Boss Mouse mozzarella

bunny beach

Pinky loves the shade of the beach umbrella I put up every year in the hen yard

the choir

love them so much

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No filter on this incoming wall of weather from the West Saturday, July 18, 2015. We were at the farmer's market and it looked like tornado weather

here was the satellite picture - so scary!

kit knees

a young lady at the farmer's market had great kitty stockings

bonnets and bunnies

from cousin David in Cincinnati

a little off the top

Mabel had a grooming appointment this week to cut off some matting on her back, but she was so badly behaved at the groomer, this is as far as they got with her haircut.  Kind of a reverse mohawk, I had never seen little old Mabel be so aggressive, wild and crazy than that day at the groomer.  

She's still got it in her!

jordgubbe

my Nordic strawberries, a gift from Holman Farm last year, are fruiting

I hated him

My e-mail back to Jacquie, with a tale of my own about him...

When I last worked in Manhattan (2010) I would take the E train from Port Authority 4 stops to Lexington Avenue. One morning I got on the subway and found a seat, next to which sat a cute woman's handbag, which I assumed belonged to the person sitting next to it.  Most passengers exited the train at Lexington as it was the last stop before Queens, and as I got up, a gentleman said to me, "Miss, you forgot your handbag."

The car was mostly empty of people, and there sat the purse, so I took it.  I know you are suppose to turn things like that into the MTA, but I looked inside on my way up the escalator and there was cash, house keys, a make-up bag - someone's personal things that I was sure, had I turned it in, would have been stolen.  I decided to take it up to my office and see if I could find the owner myself by something contained in the bag.

There was a key fob for a health club that had an ID number, so I called them and explained that I had found the purse and would they be kind enough to call the owner of the bag and give them my office number.  Within half an hour, a young woman called me and said she had gotten on the train in Harlem and her purse had travelled all the way without her and without anyone taking it.  She said she would come to my office to pick it up.  She did not seem upset that she had lost her purse, or that impressed that I had found it, and her.

I met her in the lobby of my office building that afternoon - she was a tall, pretty young woman, and we chatted for a minute as I told her the story of her lost bag face to face.  I asked her what she did, and she said she was Sting's personal assistant.  She tried to give me $20, and then went on her way.  

I have never liked Sting - his only work that I like were his mod King role in the film Quadrophenia, his part in the dark and weird 80s film Brimstone and Treacle, and some very early Police stuff.  I hate his solo work and the fact that ALL of his album covers are photographs of his face.  Your story does not surprise me - he seems completely arrogant.

she loved him

I am reprinting an excerpt from a recent e-mail from a very good friend of mine who I used to work with in our youth, at the famed Record Plant Recording Studios in New York City, in the mid-1980s. We were both receptionists there, and have many, many music industry stories between us.  I loved this, and love you, Jacquie.

Record Plant memory ... I remember freaking out because Sting was coming into the studio. At the time I was obsessed with the Police and Sting and didn't think I'd be able to hold it together.  A few days later Sting arrived with his entourage and I buzzed him in. So far so good.  He stood close to the reception doorway and spoke with a few people for quite some time.  I watched him intently as he spit tangerine pits, one after another onto the lounge rug. It was so crass.  I never again put anyone famous on a pedestal. 

ride the white horse

Mom & Dad on a carousel ride a couple of weeks ago when they visited Chicago

you break it, you buy it

My good friends at Moomers ice cream broke a cheese platter I had loaned them, and paid for the damage in ice cream...the first installment included Chocolate-Chocolate Waffle, Cherries Moobilee (their signature chocolate covered cherries in chocolate flavor), Chocolate Walnut Whiskey, Cherry Brandy, Double Chocolate Cherry and one of my favorites, old school Spumoni

best boat name

for sale on Garfield Avenue in Traverse City

seasonal tokens are about

red and black currants, and a few gooseberries from the garden

red berries shine here and there

- Dickins

rest after work

Cozy snoozing after digging a giant hole in the lawn

a single + a double

Max brings the single turkey leg, while Cozy is consistent with her double

welcome to Summer

Godzirra!

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1965s Godzilla vs Monster Zero on TV the other night - excellent

2 Ryes

country rye, traded at the Elk Rapids Farmer's Market

Rye Rye

the stepladder

Upturned buckets do not make good step ladders

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