That Hits the Spot

 I'm dressed like Mrs. Beasley again. I've lost count of how many navy and white spotted dresses I own, but between different lengths, sleeves and sizes I absolutely need each and every one. Sounds like a reasonable argument to me! I wore the shrug for half a minute until the sun came out and I realised it was warm out. That's always such a pleasant surprise when the forecast is wrong in my favour. 

I'm not wearing my specs and I can't see a thing. I nearly laid myself out on the sidewalk too!

That's what I get for wearing "normal" shoes. Give me 4 inch heels any day over wedges. 

This beautiful bag is being used for the first time. I bought it in the dead of winter, but I knew it would go well with so many items in my springtime wardrobe. The chain is short, and it isn't meant to be worn on the shoulder, The purse is by Walborg, a sought after brand in business from the 40's to the mid-60's. Don't worry, I'm not selling it. I can see this becoming one of the most practical bags in my collection. 

Outfit Particulars:

1960's/70's polyester dress-Goodwill

Yellow shrug-Goodwill

Shoes-Goodwill

Vintage Walborg bag-Goodwill

Bangles-All over

Brooch-Hand-Me-Ups

Earrings-Thrift World

Fragrance-1980's Coty Chypre (Lucky find)

Lippy-Revlon Snow Peach

Easter was fun. We bought a box of confetti filled eggshells...

Wonder what we should do with them?

Hit them like a tennis ball! Yes, that's the volleyball sand-we don't have a tennis court at our park. You make do. 

The turkey vultures are back. Nothing like having a trio of these ugly beasts flapping above your head. They won't attack (unless you're fully dead) but I still don't like them. 

 I prefer the geese. Danny has named these regular visitors," Duvet, Ski Jacket, and Confit." He has a dark sense of humour. They're domestic geese, but no idea how the three of them ended up at a small man-made lake. I suspect they live at a nearby farm and just come to the lake for the bread people feed them. They're smarter than we give them credit for.

"Confit?! How dare you?! I'll have you know none of my family were confit, thanks very much."

"Ha Ha, Confit has his tail feathers in a twist."

The mallards prefer to stay out of it.

 The turtles aren't having it either. This is still early to see them out basking in the sun.

Before I duck out of here, I want to thank everyone for their advice and well wishes for the wisdom tooth extraction. I'm scheduled for Monday which gives me just enough time to work myself up in a worry finish laundry and stock the freezer with dinners the boys can reheat. I'm looking forward to hours and hours of sleep-just wish I didn't need oral surgery to justify it! Otherwise, everything's just ducky.