Would you look at who turned up at the thrift store?
You know how it is-one member of a band quits, then they all follow suit. This one was mumbling something about settling in the US, and being my toyboy. I'd send him back, but Curtise's daughter Claudia has already said she didn't fancy him. Can't have the little long-haired chap being homeless, now can we?
I should note that the women that work at Hand-Me-Ups didn't bat an eye at my antics...they know me.
Liz Claiborne coat-Goodwill
Woolrich denim skirt-Thrift World
Haband bandana print blouse-Goodwill
Black Pullover-K Mart
Speaking of hair...I've been doing the bit where I give it a rinse in the morning, toss on some leave-in conditioner, and let it air dry. I'm not convinced I like it-feels a bit Tiny Tim for me. Tiptoe, through the tulips, through the tulips...Damn, I need a ukulele.
Not content with the ones I already own, I had to grab these today at Goodwill.
I do have a weak spot for a nice pair of clogs.
I've been searching for a coin belt for years. This one just barely makes it around my gut, but I think links can be added to it. This makes two link belts this week-I wonder, do these things come in pairs? Sometimes it feels that way.
There's an unlabeled piece of fruit for you to write in your own happiness. Mr. ETB votes for, "Irony." I won't share Danny's suggestion.
I wanted these trousers to work for me, but looking at the photographs I must face reality. They're beautifully made (lining, embroidered fabric, good zipper, etc.) but they add ten pounds to each leg. Typically that wouldn't bother me, but they also make me look short. I can deal with short or dumpy-but not both. They cost .99 cents at Hand-Me-Ups, and will soon be returning home. Side-zip pants are looking for me to throw out my back contorting to zip them anyway.
Though I'm looking better than this fellow. We felt so sorry for him, we brought him home and gave him some herbal tea to settle his belly. Poor dear. Someone ate too many chocolate eggs.
1970's Ultra Suede jacket-Goodwill
60's handbag-Thrift World
Ruff Hewn clogs-retail, ages ago
Fragrance-Courreges in Blue
Finally, I'll leave you with some birds that have been visiting the feeders this week.
"Suet?! That shit will kill you. Try some safflower seed."
"I hate safflower.Try some suet."
"I don't think we're compatible."
"Well Your profile said you liked, "Hanging around feeders, flying into windows, and fine dining. Clearly you were exaggerating."
"Well your profile said you were" a year old", and looking at the molt on your second year feathers, you're a fine one to be pointing wings."
"More suet for me. I wonder if the lady on the other side of the glass could steam it into a pudding for me? Ahhhhh, suet. That's the last time I answer an ad from a seed-eater."
Tomorrow is Friday!