Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Tiger Orchid























































Here is my 'go' at
a
art nouveau
attempt to make a pseudo tiger orchid. It's very pretty! Pretty must count for something. I shall dedicate this flower to Kitty Eaton Cannell. A Paris fashion correspondent, during WWII she reported on occupying forces' press conferences for the New York Times.
William Carlos Williams, an American poet, pediatrician and general practitioner was quoted as saying about Kitty, "Kitty Cannell
       in her squirrel coat
          and yellow skull cap
             which made the French
                           man and woman
turn in the street and stare
         seeing a woman
approaching six feet
so accoutered"
When I first tried to write this quote, it seemed not one person had all the commas in the correct place and then, when I thought, maybe, I had them all in the right place... the sentence seemed too full of commas. So, I changed the form to poetry and voila'... now it reads right, to me. One can read the quote as a poem, pausing after each line and speaking each line as if it were 'a story unto itself' already.
Somewhere in the cosmos I think I hear, "It's brilliant!"
Isn't it fitting that the plaque dedicated to this man, at St. Mary's Hospital, Passaic,
                                                                                                   reads... "Poet Physician."  
So, here's to Kitty and the rather rare orchid that she must have been...
... yellow skull cap and squirrelly attire notwithstanding.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Church Hat Blues

6:30 a.m. Monday morning... would Deborah be awake and, if she was, would she appreciate an offer of going shopping at 7:00 a.m.
Simmy decided to risk it. Deborah answered quite quickly and Simmy drew her hand across her brow with a Whew! at least I didn't wake her relief.
"Well," Deborah said, "I would go out if I was showered... but I'm not yet!"
So, Simmy headed out to see if any other crazy shoppers were out that early. It was kind of icy out and the car in front of her suddenly decided it was going to turn so... stop it did... Simmy applied her brakes... stop she didn't...
so, what the heck, she was driving a 4x4, so... up the snowy boulevard, avoid that tree, down the boulevard, and on she went,... just a bit too busy to honk her horn to let 'can't decide where I want to turn' driver that she was somewhat displeased at the slow signal display and the fast decision making on an icy Monday.
Well, at least she had avoided an accident for both of them.
She did her fabric shopping, purchased a roast, went back home to make a homemade cream of mushroom soup, put the roast in the slow cooker, pre-washed the fabric, made a flower, adorned the church hat that had belonged to Deborah's mother with a spunky flower, wrote a sweet card to mother- in- law who liked getting mail at the old folks' home, sent a happy 'new home' card to the people who Sam helped move on Saturday...
then the phone rang. It was Deborah.
"We should start a business, you and I."
Simmy's eyeballs bugged out as she patiently said, "I have more than enough work with the business I already have and writing books."
She hoped it sounded more diplomatic than she felt.
11:00 a.m.- still Monday morning...
Finally, Simmy dissolved in a heap of exhaustion on the sofa and sent Sam a text to let him know how hard she had been working. Then at the end of the text message she wrote, "... and you?"
A little beep later soon needed a bleep as Sam responded with, "Too much to list!"
This was followed by, 'Heh, heh, heh!'
Simmy felt her feisty kitty attitude rise but all she responded with was, 'That is an evil laugh.'
Then she went to put her feet up. 

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Hospitality Suite

Sam had started his day by helping a family member move and so it was a perfect day for him to redeem his coupon that middle construction son and his wife had given him as a birthday gift. A dinner and games were the offer and Sam and Simmy were not disappointed.
Fresh tossed salad, sprinkled with brightly colored carrots, and candy bright peppers made healthy~ look yummy. Mashed potatoes so fluffy they could float on a cloud and roast beef so tender... it was amazing. There was even a dish that matched what the weather had been doing for a few days now... snow peas. With the amount that had fallen to whiten the ground, I think God must have heard somebody say, 'Snow please.'
The charming theme of this young couple's wedding had been LIVE LOVE LAUGH and the evening was a good and happy outplay of that.
Happy yellow mums in a mason jar with spring blue napkins paired sweetly with the sprinkles on the cupcakes. The cupcakes on the glass pedestal plate announced, 'We got to sit on the fancy plate today... ooh, you guys must be special!'
It just warms your heart when you see the kids growing up and becoming part of the responsible and endearing solution- oriented part of society.
Oh, and contrary to the rather zany stage play Hospitality Suite, this evening turned into Hospitality Sweet.  

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Bespoke Shoes

Have you ever wondered, 'Why do I still have these shoes? They must be 30 years old already.'
It was one of those moments, 'Ooh! I love those shoes!...' and into the shopping bag they went and marched home right alongside you.
Once they were safely in your closet, they were worn every now and again for, oh, 30 years... and counting!
Bespoke, a term for 'made to order' seems to be making a comeback of sorts in a economy where many are thinking about economy.
Now, these shoes were 'ready to wear' but I do find it interesting that they have a little bit of Steven Arpad inspiration mixed with Chanel... in style.
But, the most important thing is... how many people buy shoes that they desire to wear, on and off, for 30 years?
I say, 'Buy what you love, love what you buy and,... most importantly... know thyself!'
Then, when you go shopping, you'll be looking for that special something,
 instead of,
hoping for that something special to find you...
you may save a lot of money with this 'West Avenue' approach.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Hertz So Good

Inspiration can come from... virtually... anywhere. Heinrich Rudolf Hertz and John Mellencamp are my inspiration today... and, maybe... a little article in the Christian/ Science/ Monitor. Please do not leap to any conclusions of my own beliefs here... try to be unbiased as you read this little application of time warp reality... a good pun on warped time reality.
So, Google tells me it is a day to celebrate Heinrich Rudolph Hertz. They suggest, by having certain articles at the top of the search engine,... that I read... so, I do.
But... I am distracted by a song running through my brain by John Mellancamp... I turn on my radio,...
Thank you Heinrich Rudolph Hertz.
... and find a virtual reality of the song... which inspires me to thinking about my 'young girl days' so... I go find my biker jacket and soon all the physics of the moment just dissolves into an invisible shimmy of movement as physics dissolves into dance... invisible to most of you, except for the photos above...
and all those arthritic joints just scream... 'hurts so good, hertz so good...'
Then just to make sure my virtual reality is similar... I look for my fish net stockings... just to have reality come back into the picture when I realize...
my pastor might check out this blog.
So, I settle for a little flower in the buttonhole of the jacket cause... 'don't have to be so exciting... just trying to have myself a little bit of fun...'
So,... come on, get up and dance... and be thankful for Heinrich today.... love those physics guys.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Affordable Luxury

... is a term that is bandied about as if every marketeer who brands his 'goods or services' with these words... somehow can help us all feel that if we would just buy this liqueur or go to this resort or buy this car... we would be living the prized life of affordable luxury.
But... what if affordable luxury is simplified.
Here is a list of affordable luxuries that may be new thoughts on a seductive phraseology...
  • sleeping late on a holiday
  • sitting together without anyone needing to... talk, work, do
  • enjoying food together
  • enjoying sunshine
  • enjoying pets
  • appreciating- people; talents; gifts
  • appreciating oneself and how wonderfully we are made, (which we had nothing to do with)
  • appreciating the One Who did
  • losing oneself in the luxury of good thoughts
  • lacking nothing in the moments of the day
Now that's an acronym for affordable luxury... make it your own.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Raspberry Rose'

... palate cleanser was served at the dinner party. Sweet presentation made the little feast pleasant for the eyes as well as the palate. So, we could say, a palatable palate it was.
Rock and Star of the Sea were incredible hosts. They served one course after another with practised ease. The accents around the table were all quite heavily Germanic. Peace didn't have as much of an accent but, her husband, Famous Wolf, showed his roots in speech patterning and then suggested, 'Let's speak our native language the next time we get together.'
Oy! Simmy felt her tongue getting all twisted already... then Famous Wolf had to use an English word right in the middle of a Germanic sentence and Simmy relaxed.
'Whew!'
The pressure was off.
Rock was a natural born history buff... Simmy's favorite subject... it was like listening to her Grade 10 teacher, who was magnetic when he started talking history... except more fun because there would be no homework after this party.
The 'Mennonite Girls Can Cook' subject was introduced. The pictorial aprons in the wind was a metaphysical reality at this dinner party and every belly went home replete as the Star of the Sea spoke with food and her rod was a spoon.
And, by some little miracle, Simmy had managed to bring a raspberry dessert, fulfilling the raspberry themed evening... sparkling raspberry cider, raspberry palate cleanser and raspberry cream cheese pie for dessert. The only sassy 'raspberry' may have happened during the Farkle part of the evening, but even that was funny enough to be called a Farkle Sparkle.