Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement as I deal with this flu. I'm so sorry that it has made the rounds to so many of you.
The unfinished root canal (the one that injured my face and eye) is now abscessed, and being made all the worse from the pressure of my sinuses from the flu. It needs to come out, but not before (another) hefty dose of antibiotics. I can tell you, Ibuprofen isn't helping.
As I recuperate (yeah, I know that's optimistic, but what the hell) I thought it would be fun to show some recently acquired items, and less-than-perfect photo shoots. I've been keeping myself amused by watching a box set of the Carol Burnett Show, and Mr. ETB took me out for a bit, though perhaps I would have been better not to push myself (really, all I did was sit, but even that felt like an effort). I am the only person alive that gets insomnia from cold medicine. It could knock out a horse, but in my bloodstream I'm fidgety, and wide, wide awake. I should have stuck to the schnapps like my dad always did. Anyway, I hope I don't sound too blathery, but if I do, sorry in advance.
The bag behind it was a four dollar score from Thrift World. That one's vinyl, but still a beauty.
The recipes don't sound half bad either. Liberace is wearing a necklace that my mother had. It was a gold coin surrounded by diamonds in a octagonal setting. She hated it, but my dad bought it (he thought it was lovely) and it couldn't be returned. I'm sure dad would have been impressed to know Liberace shared his taste in accessories. That was either '76 or '77 though Liberace's suit looks slightly later-maybe he had the necklace for a few years. Geez, I know far too much about the lapels on men's 70's sport coats.
Leaving Liberace's coat to talk about my new wool coat.
I purchased it from Vintage Runway
It was an incredible deal, and as soon as I tried it on, I felt like I was wearing the coat I'd been seeking my entire life. I never could have worn something like this on the farm (too much dirt) or with the falling apart upholstery in the old car. A new home and a new car sort of demanded a new coat-and here it is, the cream coloured coat of my dreams.
Let's take a break to see the Lego exhibit at the botanical gardens.
I know you were sitting at home wondering what the confluence of the Platte and Missouri rivers looked like. You don't cross it so much as wade across at this point. It is quite shallow, even once the spring thaws come. Well, most years, except when it floods. You know, life in Nebraska.
Meanwhile, back at the
I kinda-sorta dealt with the library. No, you don't want to see the adjoining room. I haven't dealt with that yet. I like to think of it as a work in progress, without any work being done or any progress being made. Rome wasn't built in a day, etc. Man, I should really prune the lime tree. That's our (only) TV. Absurd, I know but we're just not television people.
I'm more of a radio person (it works too).
I couldn't remember if I'd shown this wooden beaded bag before. I picked it up for a buck in Council Bluffs, IA. Cute as can be, but it really doesn't hold much more than a lipstick and a hankie.
I came home and collapsed shortly after this photo was taken, but I had to get to the library. Some people visit a doctor when they're ill-I consult a librarian. She was sick too.
I haven't forgotten about that tapestry ensemble-just waiting to feel human again before wearing it.