4,000th Post

...and to celebrate, here's a picture of my giant ass.

Consider it a warning on the dangers of wearing what is essentially a onesie in public. That's not all my ass, by the way-it was quite baggy. If I get to the point where I need diapers again, I've got the right clothes.

Less baggy in the front view, but no less absurd. 

1980's Laura Ashley corduroy jumpsuit/onesie -Goodwill

Eleven years ago when I started this little blog I had no idea I'd still be doing it 4,000 posts later. I've met so many interesting people, and it has been a privilege being able to visit with you all on line (and once with someone in person). I won't promise another 4,000 posts, but if it happens, and you're all still here reading, I'll moon you good and proper!

Moving along...

 I made a runner for the Thanksgiving table. I couldn't resist fabric that said, "I'm stuffed."

 I stopped by the thrift store in the Dairy Queen in Council Bluffs. I asked the ladies working there if I could snap some photos to share with my readers and they were happy to oblige.

 The thrift store side used to be a gas station-the drinks cooler is now a shoe-rack. I love that place, and today I left with two beautiful sweater clips, mid-century earrings, and a Lisner necklace. At a buck a piece, I thought I did quite well. If you ever find yourself in Council Bluffs, Iowa, you must stop at Sequels. The store benefits a church that primarily is a street ministry. Knowing little else about them, I do know that they're taking care of people that have otherwise been abandoned by the system. Since I don't see anyone in an official capacity stepping in to help the vulnerable, I'm happy to help them in their mission.


As this blog started as a place to record many of the things I cooked, it seems only fair on this 4,000th post that I share a cookery tip.

 

 Leftover wild rice? Add it to pancake batter for a savoury dish. These also have sauteed onions and mushrooms, but you could use anything. White, brown, basmati-any rice will do. They re-heat well in a microwave, so it is worth making extra. These were fluffy, American style buttermilk pancake batter, but the regular kind work too. Served with kippers it makes a nice meal.

I'm still posting the "Plaidvent" items in the Plaid Tidings page in the sidebar. As I don't want to do a ton of cross-posting, I'll keep it brief here, focusing instead on the top.  This was an interesting outfit. The Pendleton jacket you've seen before, but the rayon skirt and acrylic pullover are both 1970's pieces that work well with a late 40's look.

 I don't knit, but if I did, this would be the sort of thing I'd make.

 

Outfit Particulars:
1970's sweater by Country Casuals-Goodwill
1970's/early 80's skirt by Russ Togs-Goodwill
Earrings-Grandmother Clara
Mid-Century bracelet-gift from a neighbour when I was young
Reindeer pin-Hand-Me-Ups
Ring-K Mart
Fragrance-Coty Muget

Time to break out the Christmas items.

This bracelet was a gift from a neighbour years ago, and though I hardly wear it anymore, it is one of my favourites. It is somewhat delicate and...I'm not! I couldn't resist wearing it with this outfit though, even if I removed it before leaving the house.

 I pulled out some vintage polyester for Thanksgiving day. I knew I'd be cooking (not a turkey, thank goodness) and didn't want to risk staining anything that couldn't go through the wash and tumble dryer. Vintage polyester-it could stand up to just about everything, except perhaps cigarettes. I can always tell when the former owner was a smoker, even if the smell does not linger.

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Outfit Particulars:
Donnkenny 1970's polyester skirt-Goodwill
Vintage 1970's acrylic cardigan-Hand-Me-Ups
Polo Neck-Gordman's
Snowman brooch-Hand-Me-Ups
Earrings-Penny's years ago
Fragrance-Cabotine Fleur

 I thought I might clean my bathroom mirror for my 4,000th post, but you know me...keeping it real.

I only discovered as I posted this that the skirt has blue in the plaid-not black! Ooops. I have a very hard time telling blue from black these days. I haven't got to the point where I'll drag a piece of clothing outside in the daylight and if I still can't tell, stop passersby to ask (we had an elderly woman in East Boston that would do just that) but I might be rapidly approaching the point where I'll have to flag someone down to open a bottle of aspirin or a jar of olives. Those rubber-gripper things help, but only so much. When I started this blog eleven years and 4,000 posts ago I could still tell blue from black, and open a bottle of pills unassisted.

So that's about it for this 4,000th post. Thanks for joining me-it has been great fun.