I think the combination of patterns I'm wearing, and the colour of my jacket was too much for the (very) stoned teenager working at the health food store. She couldn't stop talking, then she'd kind of trail off, sorta come back to a point, and then stare transfixed at my jacket like a bowl of Spaghetti-O's mated with a lime. and this was their neon offspring. The fact that she looked exactly like Grace Slick circa 1968 only made it better. Danny picked-up that there was something odd about her, but was shocked when I explained that she was in fact, quite high.
"Can't you get sacked for being stoned at work?" He asked.
"Nah, not there, as long as the weed was organic."
I've noticed a similarly relaxed attitude next door at the art supply shop (though theirs might really be due to paint fumes or something). It is a bit surprising to see it so out in the open these days, though it would have been commonplace when I was Danny's age. I'm not a drug user (I'm a control freak, and I can't be in control if I'm wasted) but I'm also not too worried about casual dope smokers. To each their own. Anyway, I think it might be best for all parties concerned if I started dressing drab to go buy my tofu as I don't want to be too distracting to the hippies.
The necklaces might have been somewhat distracting as well. Friends, I believe I have reached, "Peak Beads." I'm now in possession of enough multi-stranded beaded necklaces to accommodate any outfit, in any colour, for the rest of my life. I'm not kidding. Even with my tendency to wear three or four sets at a time, I might need to make a New Year's resolution or something, because I really don't need any more. They're hard to resist, only being a couple bucks at most.
Velvet cut-out skirt-Hand-Me-Ups
Black tunic-Dots, 12 years ago (and still wearing well)
Neon green jacket-Goodwill
Vintage necklaces-all three, Hand-Me-Ups
Vintage crystal clip earrings-Hand-Me-Ups
Carved white plastic bangle-Goodwill
Vintage patent leather bag-Salvation Army
Lippy-Cherries in the Snow
I like the look of white accessories in wintertime.
Our snow didn't last. Fly swatters and Christmas trees-I'm afraid this picture might be summing up our fate this year. I don't really mind the mild weather, but it is hard getting excited about the holidays when it looks like Seattle outside. I'm tempted to buy some white, fluffy fleeces to cover the garden with at night-from a distance it might look like snow! I decorated the door with some wrapping paper, and a homemade wreath. It was fun.
I'm helpless when faced with nice wrapping paper, and anything designed to look like knit reindeer is going to win me over. I've tried bigger wreaths in years past, but I just end up knocking them off the door. This one is just about the perfect size.
Vintage swing jacket-Hand-Me-Ups (1950's by the union label that still reads, AFL-CIO which changed after '55)
Vintage glass beads (stamped, Western Germany) Hand-Me-Ups
Glass snowman earrings-Big Lots
Shiny Brite vintage Christmas corsage-Thrift World
Vintage Gaymode shoes-Thrift World
Fragrance-Guerlain Voilette de Madame re-issue
Finally, Danny found this grasshopper outside in our garden. It was cold, and a bit stunned when we brought him inside to warm up. He's now living in a jar with a widely woven cloth lid, and he's been enjoying a salad. This is the latest I've seen a surviving grasshopper in Nebraska, so we'll try and help him along as he clearly isn't in the mood to hibernate. I think I know who's been nibbling at my turnip greens when I assumed all the munchers were gone. Anyway, he can do less harm inside, and it will be interesting to see how he does. So far, he's been eating and pooping just as you'd expect a grasshopper to do.
I tried to find a live recording of Eat Starch Mom, with Gracie singing, but YouTube wasn't cooperating. I did get to see some horrifying videos of the latest lineup for the" Pensioner Tour". The time comes when you have to switch from LSD to Geritol. It happens. Geez, I wish I could un-watch that. *Shudder*