Sunday, December 31, 2017
Soap Bubbles Freeze At -14 Degrees F.
I hope your New Year's Eve is warmer than mine! See you in 2018.
Posted by Goody at 9:06 PM 7 comments:
Labels: frozen soap bubble, Nebraska, New Year's, Omaha, record cold, Severe Weather, sub-zero
Saturday, December 30, 2017
I'm Mr. Ten Below
Thank you all for your kind words for Danny. He's very excited and relieved to start a new chapter in his life. Coming at his 13th birthday, and the new year, the timing was perfect. I've been blogging so long (since 2004) many of you have watched him grow up. As far as I'm concerned, you're family. Thank you again for being such a great group of people.
What have we here? An outfit post? My goodness, I nearly forgot how to do one. sorry about that-got hectic around here in December.
I've worn these Star Wars leggings on the blog before. For some reason, I always pair them with a sequin mini dress. I don't know what that says about me that I own several sequined mini dresses, but eh, at least I'm not hard to find in a crowd.
Betsey Johnson bag-Goodwill
Vintage 80's blazer-Goodwill (part of a suit)
If I'm not frozen into a block of ice, I'll see you in the New Year. I wish you all the very best for 2018.
Posted by Goody at 10:06 PM 12 comments:
Labels: Betsey Johnson, leggings, Not Vintage, star wars
Friday, December 29, 2017
Surrounded by Nuts
He was incredibly lucky. Given the severity of his initial reaction, and the subsequent positive scratch tests, we never imagined he wouldn't be allergic to nuts. His former allergist didn't want to do a challenge, but when we switched doctors last year, it was brought up immediately. We didn't expect much, but here we are. That's not to say all scratch tests are false positives-I know for certain cashews and pistachios are deadly for me, but I have had reactions where I knew exactly what I had ingested-with Danny it was always uncertain. We'll never know what it was, but we now know what it wasn't.
We haven't eaten in a restaurant in ten years. I grew up seeing enough kitchens to know that the only nut-safe environment is a nut-free one. Same for bakeries, food produced in facilities with nuts, etc. Basically, we've made everything ourselves, and relied on cheese and fruit when travelling. It can be done, and I suspect once Danny finds out how awful most commercially processed food is, he'll want to cook for himself again-but for now an exciting array of options is open to him.
I might not have gone the homeschooling route had I known he wasn't nut allergic (we lived in a very small town that would have had a hard time adjusting to one nut-allergic kid at school) but I don't regret it. We've spent more time together than most parents and children, and a good deal of that has been in the kitchen learning to take care of himself. I know Danny can shop, budget, and cook decently which as an older mother gives me one less thing to worry about. When my mum died, I didn't know how to do anything from boiling an egg to a load of laundry. If nothing else, he'll be ready to live on his own when I kick him out on his 18th birthday.
You really don't want to know how much money I dropped at World Market buying him exotic foodstuffs today. At least the Christmas items were 50% off! He might have to fight me for the penguin bars and stroopwafels😊.
I am going to continue posting nut-free alternatives to recipes as I get so many comments and emails telling me it is helpful. I've lived with a tree nut allergy since the 60's, but it was only when Danny was diagnosed that I took it as seriously as I should. I now know most of my reactions, when I swore I hadn't eaten nuts was likely cross-contamination. We have better labeling these days, and better treatments than chewing an antihistamine which was always worse than throwing up from the nuts. As a result of Danny's misdiagnosis, I've taken much better care of myself. The whole thing still feels slightly unreal, but after 10 years of living in fear, it is a great relief.
Anyway, I'm sure he'll be acquainting himself with the local curry house any day now.
Posted by Goody at 1:48 PM 18 comments:
Labels: allergies, Danny, food allergies, Nut Allergies
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
So, we had a little snow for Christmas😁. It was great. The cold freeze that followed has been less fun, but you don't live in Nebraska if you can't take a little cold. Our snow is so dry you can't make a proper snowball out of it.
The jacket I'm wearing is a fun vintage piece by Nolan Miller part of his Dynasty Collection. He designed the clothes for the show, and I could just see Joan Collins wearing this as she throws around a baseball in the snow. "Here Krystal-CATCH you bitch!" Anyway, I adore the jacket big sequin trimmed shoulders and all.
He also brought him a peanut allergy challenge that was negative, which was the best gift of all. So no peanut allergy at all, and we need to go back and do the almond one, but then he's clear. We'll never know for certain what he reacted to in the tahini all those years ago, but it wasn't sesame or peanut (mould? Pesticide? ). The whole thing has been fascinating-how you can have a positive skin test and still not be allergic. It wasn't easy seeing him sit there eating peanut butter, even in a hospital setting, but it is done. It took about 3 hours as they only give a small bit at a time and then check your vitals every 20 minutes. So anyway, I agreed on a trip to Chicago this Spring so he can go to a baseball game. There aren't many reasons I'd go back to Chicago, but for my Cubs fan, I'll do it.
I bought Mr. ETB a beautifully carved spurtle. It bothered me that he eats porridge every single day, and didn't own a spurtle. So that's remedied.
Posted by Goody at 5:11 PM 12 comments:
Labels: Danny, Holiday Fare, Not Vintage, Nut Allergies, vintage, Vintage Boots
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Merry Christmas Everybody 2017
I hope you have a lovely holiday, or day off if it isn't your thing. I plan to spend the day sleeping.
Merry Christmas Everybody
Posted by Goody at 5:20 PM 11 comments:
Christmas Brooch of the Day-Day Twenty Six
I have owned the Donald Duck on skis since I was a small child. While not strictly a Christmas brooch, that was when I received it. Santa was purchased a few years ago at Goodwill.
Posted by Goody at 4:36 AM 5 comments:
Saturday, December 23, 2017
The Worst Christmas Present Ever
I was at Big Lots today stocking up on sparkling apple juice for mocktails (not for me, obviously) when I spotted a four pack of Mitchum Deodourant elaborately packaged for holiday gift-giving. Uh, yeah! That says, "Merry Christmas" allright. I just can't. I mean, who would you give that to, even as a joke? Anyway, it gave me, and another shopper a good laugh as we pondered which executive thought they could sell more B.O. protection if they wrapped it in tinsel? It all felt very Reggie Perrin.
This would make a lovely holiday gift. Did you see the news story about the elderly couple driving a van full of weed across the country to give as Christmas gifts to family back East? I immediately thought of this fragrance. It smells strongly of patchouli, but yeah, it also has that smell of a pipe that has ten year's worth of residue on it burning away like incense. I was never as interested in drugs as the people around me, which is probably for the best. I can barely stay awake after a couple cocktails these days. Anyway, for gift giving it is likely a better choice than a van full of dope.
These vintage Avon earrings came in a bag of assorted items at the Sarpy museum sale. Still in the original box from the 70's, I couldn't get over how sweet they are. I would imagine as a stocking stuffer for a youngster they would have been a lovely gift, but I suspect they went instead to Nana, and she never wore them. I probably won't wear them either, but maybe someday I'll have a grandchild that will enjoy them.
Speaking of Avon and Christmas...this lovely bottle of Moonwind still smells great and does double-duty as a holiday decoration. Moonwind was such a lovely fragrance-green and woody with plenty of vetiver and oakmoss. I admit to stockpiling bottles of it because it is getting harder to find as people dump the fragrance, and try to sell the Avon bottles. Avon had some real beauties in the 70's (Charisma was another great one) that would rival many niche perfumes today. I'm not a perfume snob-I'm happy to wear Avon.
I'm not icing the Christmas cake this year. Instead, I made some roll-out buttercream that I'll treat like marzipan and cut into designs. It takes well to tinting with food colouring. No one likes the hard, royal icing, so why bother? We'll have plenty of pretty things to look at on the table.
Like a grilled cheese on stollen. That is Danny's creation. At least he didn't batter and deep fry it.
Okay, I'll leave you to your holiday planning just remember-deodourant, no matter how festive the packaging, is not an acceptable gift.
Posted by Goody at 6:20 PM 7 comments:
Christmas Brooch of the Day-Day Twenty Five
We are in the home stretch now. I need to do a final photo with all of the brooches, which might prove challenging.
Posted by Goody at 4:21 AM 8 comments:
Friday, December 22, 2017
Some Clothes, Some Baking, etc.
Trousers-Bloomingdale's, early 90's
Boots and hat-Both K Mart
1970's coat-New Life Thrift
1980's wool shorts-Goodwill
Beaded 80's top-Hand-Me-Ups
Vintage Shiny Brite Christmas Corsage-Thrift World
Ornament earrings-Big Lots, I think
Best thing to wear with gold? More gold, obviously.
Cachet 80's coat-New Life Thrift
80's beaded jacket-Goodwill
1960's polo neck with zip back-Goodwill
Lion handbag-New Life Thrift
"What do you mean, "No Owl? I'm right here, asshole."
Someone dressed up the taxidermy at Chalco Hills NRD.
I'm off to decorate the Christmas cake. Keep your fingers crossed I don't screw it up.
Posted by Goody at 2:11 PM 10 comments:
Labels: Holiday Fare, vintage, Vintage Clothing
Christmas Brooch of the Day-Day Twenty Four
I love all the details on this brooch from the hats on the riders to the holly on the sleigh. No markings, but it looks suspiciously like the sort of thing I'd buy at Woolworths in the 70's. I miss Woolworths at Christmas the most.
See you tomorrow.
Posted by Goody at 5:32 AM 7 comments:
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