Fantastic Fashion Doesn't Go Out of Style

There is a wedding in my future. It is a mere 3 months away. I decided I ought to be thinking about my attire for this event so I started looking online at dresses that would be suitable - not too formal and fancy, not too casual. I've looked at hundreds of dresses, and I can't find anything that really appeals to me and would be suitable for the wedding. It's a good thing I started looking early as it is now apparent that if I have to order a dress, it could take a couple of months to get it. I did see one dress I liked: a vintage 1950s party dress. I like the style: simple, classically elegant, with just a hint of glitz. At $255 with 4 hours left in the auction, this one will undoubtedly sell for more. Somehow, vintage or not, I don't think I want to wear a dress to a wedding that will be competitive with the cost of the bride's dress. I wasn't actually looking for a vintage dress when I began my search, but not finding what I was looking for, I did a search that pulled up vintage dresses, and I couldn't help but take a look. Someone is going to LOVE this dress and look fabulous in it!

Say "Yes!" to the Dress



Image Source: Via ebay

Admit it. It IS classically beautiful.

Vomit

It has been my experience that days that start with vomit are rarely as productive as they could be, or as they might have been intended to be at the outset. It doesn't matter where the vomit comes from, although it could be argued that it is better if it does not come from one's self, vomit and productivity do not mix. MY day began with vomit. I am thankful it was not my vomit. It was however a game changer insofar as my day was concerned. I do not like vomit. Thank God for disinfectants, running water, and Yankee candles.

Random Thoughts

Today I am missing some people . . . and that's all I have to say about that.

Late Start, High Hopes

I got a late start in joining/setting up a fantasy football league this year, but I finally got it done! The hubster is already signed up to play in the league, and the invites have gone out for a few others to join us. As I do most years, I vacillated about whether I'd play fantasy football this year, or not. I procrastinated about starting our league. In the mean time, the hubster signed on to play in about 10 other leagues, and our oldest son signed up to play in a fantasy league for the first time. I was really starting to think I'd be content not to participate this year, until the hubster and son started talking about the performance of different NFL players and how it impacted their fantasy teams last week. It adds a whole new and fun dimension to watching football when the people on the screen or in the stadium are playing for YOU! I am excited! It also makes it easier to justify the purchase of the football purse . . .

Things That Make You Laugh....Hysterically

One of my dogs REALLY likes to go outside, the other, not so much. She'll go, but most of the time there has to be a purpose beyond the sheer joy of experiencing the great outdoors. Though my dog that LOVES the great outdoors wants to be there, she prefers to do it as a joint operation, and will reluctantly re-enter the house if her sister refuses to join her.

After being rebuffed several times in her efforts to get our 'comforts of home' dog to join her outside, I was going to accommodate my outdoorsy dog by encouraging her sister to go out with her. I did this by using a dramatic, excited voice and making eye contact with 'comforts of home' dog as I said, "On your mark. Get set...." But I neglected to open the door as I uttered the word, "GO!" The next sound I heard was he thud of outdoorsy dog banging her head into the door as she plowed into it at full speed when it should have opened and given her full access to the great outdoors. It probably wasn't great for outdoorsy dog, but my son and I immediately fell into fits of laughter. Fortunately, outdoorsy dog is not only very loving; she's also very forgiving. AND she has a hard head.

The Grand Illusion

I keep thinking I ought to start blogging again, but somehow, I never find the time. Somehow, I am keeping so busy in the dailyness of life - at least at the moment - that I am barely keeping up with the pace that the dailyness of life seems to be imposing upon me. There seems to be a lot of running to and fro, and when it comes to tasks to be completed, there are times when I don't seem to be getting anywhere. It's a frustrating turn of events for one who likes things to be "just so." The upshot of all of it is that, if nothing else, there is a humbling aspect to it all. I am being reminded how little control one really has despite the appearance of the control we wield in our own lives: The Grand Illusion.

Every Once in a While

I awoke this morning thinking about the past a bit. I was thinking about the people I connected with at the now-defunct, Journalspace, blogging site. It is kind of interesting how people connected with each other at that site. I suppose a similar phenomenon occurs at other online social networking sites, but in some ways, what I observed in the connections and bonds formed between others at that particular site seemed to be unique. Every once in a while I think about the people I knew at "JS" with a sense of nostalgia. It was like there was a magical moment in time when what the old Journalspace site had just "worked" in a generally cohesive way. In a way, it was kind of like the sense of "magic" some would attribute to their high school or college years when a group of people brought together by a common denominator (in this case, Journalspace) could develop strong ties and a closeness that would seem, at the time, lasting, but that over time, when the common denominator was removed, some of that closeness would slowly dissipate for some, perhaps most. There is magic in the season, I guess. I think that also, like high school and college, with Journalspace, when it was good, it was very, very good; when it was bad, it was horrid.

Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread . . .

The halls are not completely un-decked, and one tree is in a state of being semi-defrocked. There were complications that upheld the completion of the job yesterday. I didn't get back to it today. I did make a nice dinner complete with fresh homemade bread though. I made two loaves: one a glazed crusty french artisan loaf and the other a plain loaf of bread. We finished the artisan loaf; we will have the other tomorrow. I added some ground flax seed to my bread dough to boost the nutritional value. It was good, no complaints - as the devouring of an entire loaf of bread at the dinner meal attests. I also used whole grain egg noodles for the casserole I prepared. That dish was also gobbled up. It's always a good feeling when people compliment the cook by devouring the meal. Happiness.

Un-Decking the Halls

I am working feverishly to get the halls un-decked today. One tree stands dark in the corner of the dining room though the lights and star still remain on the tree. I should have that tree completely put away in a little while. I am still working on defrocking the big tree. I want all of the ornaments off that tree before it gets dark. It's too hard to see some of them hiding within the tree branches, even with all of the lights on, because the normal lighting in that room isn't all that great to begin with, and colored lights (as we have on the tree this year) just don't put out as much illumination as the clear ones do. I am going to have to haul the ladder in to complete that task (ornament removal, or "defrocking") though.

I must confess that I feel a great sense of sorrow in saying goodbye to the Christmas season this year. There were things I had planned on doing and wanted to do that just didn't materialize. It seemed like the whole period of time between mid-November and New Year's just flew past in a blur. I feel some ambivalence as we move into the new year and decade. It is like there is a sense of urgency to savor the moments and seize the day. Carpe diem!

I Read the News Today...Oh Boy!

There is nothing much good in the news. It seems that reading it and staying abreast of goings on in the world is an invitation to put a damper on an otherwise pleasant mood.

I think I shall instead put on some Christmas music, brew a fresh pot of mighty fine coffee, see what other decking of the halls I can do, and wrap Christmas presents.

The temperature is dropping, and snow is in the forecast. I'd rather be merry.

No news is good news today.

After all, I cannot change the world this afternoon.

Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice. [KJV]

Disappointed

I hate to admit it, but I'm disappointed. This hasn't been a bad day per se, but it hasn't been all that great either. Life is good, but I'm not a happy camper. Some days are just like that. Bleah.

Why This Blog is Called, "Letters to No One"

This isn't a very exciting post, but for the person who stumbles upon this blog and wonders what it's all about, with a blog name like, "Letters to No One," and a url proclaiming "addressee unknown," well, this blog is something I did for myself. It is essentially "letters" in the form of blog posts written by me to no one in particular.

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

It's been a chilly, thundery, rainy day so far, but the sun did attempt to make an appearance, albeit a brief appearance lasting mere moments.

I am behind on everything. I managed to tackle a couple of things on the "Must Do" list, but a few surprises in my planned schedule for today are forcing some spontaneity on my part.

I regret that I did not get a couple of Thanksgiving invitations issued. Life seems to be moving at warp speed lately.

I've found that I miss a few old friends. Some I suspect don't miss me too much. ::wry smile:: Ah life!