Disclaimer: I will never claim to be a fashion blogger in any capacity, but I know what I like, and I like purses.
Purses, just the thought of finding a new funky one makes me giddy! I’m not prejudice either – big, little, leather, canvas, velour, beaded, appliquéd, designer, handmade, expensive, cheap, new, vintage, or even just plain used. They all have the potential of being thrilling. I am so tickled at my latest purse find, avocado green with cream trim. I have no idea how old it really is but it looks very 70s to me. The best part was the price, $3.21 at the Fairy Circle consignment shop in Monkey Junction. I tied it off with an old silk scarf of my grandmothers and poof, love! How about the brown embossed saddle leather, doctors bag style I found on eBay. The most information I could find about the purse was that the designer made purses in Argentina in the 80s. Neat huh? How about the recognized Ed Hardy designer. His bags can be simple or complicated, all with that vintage tattoo touch. I brought one back from Vegas that’s big enough to store an army in! Purses have even swept the home party scene with Miche and Thirty One. I could quite possibly fill my closet with the leathers of Lucky Brand and Fossil. Lets not forget the uniquely embellished style of Mary Francess. I have been known to squeal when spotting a vintage Louis Vuitton. *sigh*
I just think a purse is the best accessory. It serves an important purpose and no matter what your hair day, a little weight gain or dark circles it will still look great on your arm!
What about you? Have a favorite purse, handbag, clutch, satchel, wristlet? I would love to hear about it, or see a snap shot of it in action.
Disclaimer: I stopped at five to be polite, don’t want to bruise any male um….egos.
Summer is here, I live at the beach, and the possibility of a speedo sighting poses a real danger. We require a public service announcement. The sign telling beach goers that glass bottles and pets are prohibited needs updated. “Danger Speedo Infested Waters” If this were a movie it would be the RiffTax’s version of Jaws.
Which, somehow, brings me to my five reasons.
1. it looks stupid, gosh I could stop right here and have made my point
2. it leaves nothing to the imagination, it should be my choice to imagine you naked
3. hammocks are for taking naps, not cradling for your doodles
4. it could give some sweet little old lady a heart attack
5. and seriously – you will have tan lines like a girl…..You don’t shave your bikini area why should you have a tan line for one?
So men make the right choice, and stay safe out there!
Once upon a time I blogged elsewhere
Original air date: March 2008
What is a hua you might ask? That would be my nick name for Chihuahuas, or my own little snit named Strider. With that I give the dramatic interpretation of “scent of a hua”.
Disclaimer: don’t judge me by how nasty my dog is, he didn’t learn it from me.
Last Wednesday Tim left for practice, guitar in hand, smile on his face and no indication what awaited his wife. I (being his wife) was enjoying the quite house and decided I was going to pamper myself a little. I turned on the shower to hot. In addition, I turned on a small space heater. I closed the door and left long enough to put on my bathrobe and pour a glass of wine. Ah anticipation…….I opened the bath room door and received a full frontal assault of hot muggy burnt pee. Yes pee, in all its ammonia goodness. Earlier I had made the dogs go outside and use the potty while it was raining. Disgruntled Strider decided to communicate. He had left a little sprinkle of tinkle on the coils of the space heater. “Oh the humanity” I yelled as I spun around in time to see him do the fastest ever army man crawl to get under the bed !! “you do that again and I am going to turn your doodle sack into a coin purse” I swear I heard him laughing.
Insult to injury: I called my husband explained what had happened. He laughed and told everyone on his end of the phone, that my dog (not our dog) had peed on the space heater and I turned it on. He thought it was hysterical. Strider and I snuggled on the couch while Tim cleaned the space heater. Seemed fair to me.
Once upon a time I use to blog elsewhere.
Original air date : 18Aug2008
Disclaimer: Don’t approach me singing “yo heave ho” I’m not a heaving ho
1. Rum, its a pirates job to drink spiced rum!
2. Who else can call their material possession “booty”
3. Warm water and white sandy beaches
4. A profession that doesn’t require high heels or people skills
5. I would have my own theme park ride at Disney
6. Nappy hair is in!
7. Pillaging, I would get to pillage
8. Making people walk the plank would be cool
9. I could finally put all those cannonballs I’ve been keeping to good use
10. Eye patches are slimming
Here it goes, deep breath. The purpose of this blog is to have a place for the inter-mangling of all the things in my life I enjoy, hopefully for your enjoyment as well. Like I said, that’s what its suppose to be. It might just be a great place for me to run my mouth, who knows. So – whats game for mangling? Food, homemade ingenuity, moments in green thumdom, good hair days and other random things. I think that about covers it all!