There's No Colour Without Light

 

 

See? Come here and get a physics lesson as well. Try it-go into a dark room, shut the door and try to see colour. You can't.

We're not completely without light today, but it looks rather grim outdoors. All right pumpkins, I guess that means I'm bringing my own sunshine. I wore red lippy-will that do?

How about a sparkly silver top? My thought, exactly.

When I emerged from the bedroom dressed in this top and shorts getup, Mr. ETB paused for a moment before asking, "1976?" But then added, "Don't worry, no one under fifty will remember it, so it will look modern." He has a point, except most of the people I know are over fifty. I was going to wear a pair of Candies as well, but thought better of it (mostly my poor knees) and went with clog-like sandals instead. You can have too much of a good thing.

In the unlikely event it warms up, I can lose the silver top and still looked dressed. Honestly, I'm not in love with the hip-hugging waist on these shorts but I have been unable to find any that sit at the natural waist.

That's pretty low, right? I may need to return to sewing for the sole purpose of making a pair of shorts that fit correctly. A belt wouldn't help. Braces might-that would be a 70's look.

Outfit Particulars:

White shorts-K Mart
Tank-K Mart
Silver Top-? Can't remember
Hat-K Mart (Geez, I do shop there quite a bit, don't I?)
1970's jacket-Thrift World, Millard
Shoes-K Mart a few seasons ago
Earrings-Gordman's a decade ago
Corde Handbag-Goodwill Council Bluff-$2.99!

 The bag still had the price-tag from the antique mall inside for $65.00

 It needed a good going over with the hand-vac as it was dusty, but it came clean easily and now looks as it should.

Same trip, I came home with another overlooked vintage bag in a basket of wallets and change-purses

I have wanted a shiny blue vinyl clutch like this for ages, but I couldn't bring myself to spend real money on a reproduction. I envied the ones at Plasticland, but nonetheless resisted. I might have let out a little scream of happiness in the Goodwill when I found this.

Sometimes I look at these photos and wonder how my grandmother's hands got on my arms.

 

Tomorrow is the start of the Summer Arts Festival in Omaha on the Mall. For a small-ish city, they do a good job with it, and keeping it more art than craft. Excluding Arts and Crafts which is a different thing. You know, no driftwood sculptures or macramé owls. I'm not saying those things are bad, just that they have a place. I have a love-hate relationship with art festivals as my mother always dragged me to the Old Town Art Fair in Chicago. Every. Fucking. Year.  what's worse, she knew Every. Fucking. Exhibitor.  So it took a long time getting through it in the horrible Chicago summer heat. I was usually sick 1/4 of the way through it. God, could that woman talk. I don't know a soul at this fair, so we should be able to make the rounds quickly and efficiently. At any rate, I'm bringing water. Bringing your own water wasn't a "thing" in the 70's-we usually just got dehydrated. Really, I don't know how any of us survived. You'd think my generation would have just dried up and withered away by the time we were twenty.

 

Do you know that I haven't been to the pool yet, and it has been open an entire week? Well, that won't do, will it? No, no it will not.