When Sangria

When sangria turn to vinegar make ART!
I dyed the shirt to imprint the leaves of the creasote bush then boiled it in sangria.




Boiling in the pot.


Glamour in Ireland


One can’t beat fuzzy socks and sparkling leg warmers for fun and glamour in Ireland.
1. I was freezing
2. I love fruits Japanese fruits style and this was a great excuse to semi-style.
Besides it makes me happy and that’s what counts.

Chaps now daily fashion


A day in the life of chaps. My new chaps protection against cactus and snake and scorpions. I bought motorcycle chaps because they zip and snap from ankle to butt.
After a hard days work.


And new morning. I feel like a kid getting into snowpants. I figure soon I’ll knowhow to pull them on standing up but this is day 3.


Off to yard work.

Just wanted to offer up an ending

Didn’t want to leave you hanging so here is the conclusion.

Tried the curling thing but my hair just puffed so did a bit of hot roller until as usual it cooled itself off so gave up put it in a clip.  Went from black to white back to the black outfit.  Liked the black changed the shirt from flowers to violet to sky blue.  Of course the earrings had to change. Put on make up, un-clipped the hair slid in two bobby pins and off I went.

First miracle I did not get lost driving over to the location. The interview was easy. The two men friendly and professional not aloof or trying to prove they are better than anyone like most interviewers play. Great interview, good questions and I had good answers.  Who knows but they said I should hear in a week.  It would be a nice place to work.

So I head home content and starving. Pick up an avocado for a treat. Slice a tomato and my finger.  Rinse the cut, put on some lavender oil and make my sandwich. Life is back on track.

A Moment in the Life

Last night I washed the new shirt I bought for my job interview today. Waking up to make the perfect cup of coffee in my French cafe’ glass then strolled into the bathroom to see how things had dried. Perfect. Carefully placing the glass on the edge of the tub a thought runs through my mind,”The glass will fall.

Listen to your foresight they are always corrects. ” Don’t do it.”  So of course I did making the deal that it would be only for a moment.  No opportunity for misfortune to happen. Always listen to those gentle warnings screaming in your head.  ALWAYS!

You likely have guessed the scenario. I reach for the perfect cup when pow it falls into the tub sliding up and down spilling all the contents not just inside the tub but up the sides and down over the floor, It is baffling how much a small glass can contain.  Thanks goodness for French chemistry the glass was neither broken nor chipped but the second cup was no where as delicious as the first. Not that I was not relieved and grateful not to be picking up broken glass. Most importantly the new clean clothes were untouched by coffee.

I did not plan to wash my hair but the ends were covered in coffee and a bit too sticky to escape notice. I will have to wash it. This sounds like a non issue except that my hair is down to my waist half in waves and ringlets the other straight as a stick. It will cut into my “freaking out time” and changing of outfits although it was all laid out the night before. Today being a new day and new attitude. It brings with it changes.

This means I must do my hair. Curling iron which cools off just when you need it to be hot. flat iron, or Velcros.  Do I dry my hair first?

Why is my hair so important? Because the fever blister on my lip is in full bloom in spite of all the natural and pharmaceutical remedies I applied. I need a distraction that is professional. I’m getting a bit frazzled here. Only four hours until I leave for my interview so I best get into the shower, wash my hair and give myself time to change clothes until I finally put on what I planned to wear the first time and redo my hair until I give up wondering why I ever bothered in the first place.

It’s a shoe in!

I re-packed my suitcase again this morning.  For now I am going with the buckskin cowboy boots and put the hot pink sandal spike heel in the closet but there are still 5 more days to change my mind.

How about a vote: cowboy boots   pink sandals or  tan sandals? Or the red & white ones? Ahh… pick two, thanks.


Size 14

The average American woman is a size 14.  I just read that but where is the rest of the information.  The average of what age? How tall? Average by state would be interesting.  What is the size of the average Canadian woman or Spanish or …..

So if the average American woman is a size 14 then why are all the models size 0 (minus 3 more sizes since they have not reached puberty yet) and 12 or 14 yrs old?

How about some fabulous 40 yr. old, fantastic 50 yr. old average American women on the covers of fashion magazines or sexy 60 or sensual 70 not just 20 yrs and under.  If I had any interest in fashion I would be creating my own magazine about now.  Just give me a worn out pair of faded jeans, heels or cowboy boots or flip flops (shoes are the hard part), pink or black insulated long sleeve dragon tattoo shirt and lots of sparkly bits and I am happy!

Some women dream of bubble baths, me? I dream of sparkles, sequins, glitter and

Hum, I wonder what size the average American male is especially after the super bowl.

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