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Monthly Archive: March 2017

Baby, Strut Your Stuff!

The company Pee Wee Pumps is a prime example of the maxim “Just because we can do something, doesn’t mean we should.” I first became aware of PWP from an article on the BBC website. For once I don’t appear to be the only one appalled. This is a novel experience, indeed!

I thought we were worried that “society” is teaching little girls their main purpose in life is to be “sexy” and “glamorous”. Apparently we’re not worried enough, as Michele Holbrook (a woman from the sound of it and therefore someone who should know better), has founded a company whose purpose appears to be providing babies with high heels. (more…)

And Bears … Oh My!

The birds are sitting in the bushes just outside the dining room window, staring at me. When I look up and they know they have my attention, they start squawking. They are very annoyed and want to know where their feeder is and what I am going to do about it.

What I am going to do about it is nothing. It’s the end of the budget line item of $20/week for birdseed. I’m through being a kind soul.

Two nights ago, I was home alone, upstairs and making my way through a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories. I was minding my own business. My thoughts, if any, were fairly evenly split between the idea that while Sr. A. Conan Doyle was entertaining enough, his earlier stories were much better; and turning out the light and going to sleep. (more…)

Mud Season

From Mrs Hurst Dancing & Other Scenes From Regency Life 1812-1823 Watercolours by Diana Sperling

The Moose, his parents and I went to Old Sturbridge Village over the weekend for the last days of sugaring off. (For those of you unfamiliar with the Village, it is what I would call an interactive outdoor museum showing American life in the early 19th century. There are costumed historians, antique buildings, a working farm, heritage breed animals and several mills.)

I have been coming to OSV for over 50 years and amazingly, it took until this weekend’s visit to cure me of the notion that, merely by their presence, long dresses make everything romantic. For probably the first time in my life, I didn’t regret soulless modern fashion. I was actually glad to be on the side that wore boots and leggings.

It was a dark, overcast, damp day and the whole village exuded an early spring chill – the kind that gets into your bones. It was re-enforced by the wet, wood smoke in the air and the lingering covering of snow from the storm two weeks ago. (more…)

How Not to Organize

Earlier in the month, I was unkind to the people who write for Better Homes and Gardens Storage Ideas, and when I posted “A Sparkling Idea”  I meant to go on being unkind for at least one more post. As it happened I never followed through as I ended up distracted by many things, including a trip to England to hug and kiss the grandchildren. Now that I am back, and in possession of a nice case of bronchitis (which I attribute to all that across-the-pond hugging and kissing and transfer of strange germs), I find myself on the sofa and with the time to continue pointing out all the silliness of that publication’s organizing suggestions. (more…)

Lent Lessons from the Little Ones

For a child summers are endless. Birthdays take years to arrive and Christmas only comes once a decade.

Adults, on the other hand, find that time passes so quickly it gives you whiplash – except when it’s Lent. For those six weeks, at least for me, time seems to stand still. Practicing small mortifications by either doing without a pleasure (alcohol, chocolate, chips) or adding something additional (prayer, Adoration, more volunteer hours), is hard. Very hard. There are always excuses. (more…)

A Sparkling Idea

Caught as I am between overwhelmed and lazy, a Better Homes and Gardens publication, Storage Ideas, wound up in my shopping cart. Solutions that Work! 120 Projects for Baths, Kitchens, Closets & More. 10-Minute Room Updates. I mean, with headlines like that, my life could only get better, right?

At home and flipping through the pages, I found I had landed squarely among the gullible public. By which I mean those of us who hope against hope that there are quick and easy solutions to the combination of a small house and kids who move out without taking all of their stuff; relatives who leave you furniture and other things; and this western consumerist 21st century where one seems to acquire possessions without even trying. (more…)