1930's dreser with 75+ years of love and abuse. Now mine, after $50, a couple soapy rags, and a generous application of Johnson's Paste Wax.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
This dresser is filled with CD's, not clothes.
1930's dreser with 75+ years of love and abuse. Now mine, after $50, a couple soapy rags, and a generous application of Johnson's Paste Wax.
Monday, January 28, 2008
My Firstborn.
Born through marriage, that is - NOT my birth canal. I forget who it was but some writer once said that your mate is your first child, the one you nurture and care for first. My husband's 32nd birthday was this past Friday, and provided me ample opportunity to further compare babies to husbands.
My hubs as a youngster:
Aww, so vulnerable and adorable....just look at those sad eyes....worrying about ice cream and t-ball.
My hubs on Friday night:
Drunk as a skunk, attempting to take his shoes off.....
And telling me his balls itch.
My hubs as a youngster:
Aww, so vulnerable and adorable....just look at those sad eyes....worrying about ice cream and t-ball.
My hubs on Friday night:
Drunk as a skunk, attempting to take his shoes off.....
And telling me his balls itch.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Grandma is better than Bed Bath & Beyond.
Not only can Grandma make a mean nutroll and dance the polka like a champ (both things I've yet to see this big box store accomplish), she also stocks cooler products.
Seriously, I had a $25.00 gift certificate for that place and thought I could at least find an indoor/outdoor rug to put in front of the back door. I was also in the market for a circular wooden tray for the coffee table, a basket thingy for the bottom shelf of our bookcase, and cute, lightweight curtains for the office nook. In a store with three levels of goods, you'd think I'd find one of these things on which to spend my hard-earned (not really) giftcard.
Two hours later, I came out of the store with several bottles of this:
I know you should never say never. But I'm saying right now that I'm never going back there.
Now, for Gram. When I was home over the holidays I found these languishing in my mom's linen closet:
AWESOME pillowcases that Gram had made for mom when she got married. Hot pink edging to match my mom's hot-pink coverlet, an idea that both enthralls and frightens me. I lived in that house for 18 years and never once saw these cases OR a hot pink coverlet. Such secrets. Anyway, mom told me to take them since she hadn't used them in 35 years.
In addition, Gram decided to give all the ladies in the family old homemade aprons for Christmas. Here's mine:
She gave these to us not because she really thought we'd love to have them, but because she derives perverse pleasure in making us dress up in odd costumes on Christmas Eve. I'm not sure at what point she began confusing Halloween for the eve of Jesus's birth, but it's become a weird, uncontested tradition. This year's theme was 'Mama's Family'. We also received hats for our trouble.
In conclusion, my Grandma's got better loot than BBB. This post feels like a hallucination.
Seriously, I had a $25.00 gift certificate for that place and thought I could at least find an indoor/outdoor rug to put in front of the back door. I was also in the market for a circular wooden tray for the coffee table, a basket thingy for the bottom shelf of our bookcase, and cute, lightweight curtains for the office nook. In a store with three levels of goods, you'd think I'd find one of these things on which to spend my hard-earned (not really) giftcard.
Two hours later, I came out of the store with several bottles of this:
I know you should never say never. But I'm saying right now that I'm never going back there.
Now, for Gram. When I was home over the holidays I found these languishing in my mom's linen closet:
AWESOME pillowcases that Gram had made for mom when she got married. Hot pink edging to match my mom's hot-pink coverlet, an idea that both enthralls and frightens me. I lived in that house for 18 years and never once saw these cases OR a hot pink coverlet. Such secrets. Anyway, mom told me to take them since she hadn't used them in 35 years.
In addition, Gram decided to give all the ladies in the family old homemade aprons for Christmas. Here's mine:
She gave these to us not because she really thought we'd love to have them, but because she derives perverse pleasure in making us dress up in odd costumes on Christmas Eve. I'm not sure at what point she began confusing Halloween for the eve of Jesus's birth, but it's become a weird, uncontested tradition. This year's theme was 'Mama's Family'. We also received hats for our trouble.
In conclusion, my Grandma's got better loot than BBB. This post feels like a hallucination.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Last night's dinner.
Was pretty good, actually. I realized that this blog is supposed to be about domestication, and it seems all I've been focusing on are table arrangements/weddings/bruce springsteen.
Thus:
Wild turbot fillets (they were frozen from Trader Joe's, okay?) with HOMEMADE THYME MASHED POTATOES, roasted red pepper sauce (also homemade), and salad (ditto on the homemade). I know, fish with mashed potatoes? But don't hate. It was kind of cold in LA last night, and mashed potatoes just seemed right, and it wasn't like we were having company over or anything. Besides, I'm a big proponent of mashed potatoes, anytime, anywhere.
Instructions:
+Bake the fish with a slice of lemon for about 10 minutes at 375.
+Get a jar of roasted red peppers, puree the contents (minus some juice) in a food processor with salt and pepper.
+Peel and dice a few papas, then boil til soft, then put in lots of butter, milk, salt, thyme (I only had dried) and pepper, then mix with a hand mixer.
+Thinly slice cucumbers, place on bed of lettuce, drizzle with dressing of your choice.
Thus:
Wild turbot fillets (they were frozen from Trader Joe's, okay?) with HOMEMADE THYME MASHED POTATOES, roasted red pepper sauce (also homemade), and salad (ditto on the homemade). I know, fish with mashed potatoes? But don't hate. It was kind of cold in LA last night, and mashed potatoes just seemed right, and it wasn't like we were having company over or anything. Besides, I'm a big proponent of mashed potatoes, anytime, anywhere.
Instructions:
+Bake the fish with a slice of lemon for about 10 minutes at 375.
+Get a jar of roasted red peppers, puree the contents (minus some juice) in a food processor with salt and pepper.
+Peel and dice a few papas, then boil til soft, then put in lots of butter, milk, salt, thyme (I only had dried) and pepper, then mix with a hand mixer.
+Thinly slice cucumbers, place on bed of lettuce, drizzle with dressing of your choice.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Egg Whites in a Carton
I got mine from Trader Joe's and mmmmmmm, they (it? not sure if this should be plural or not) are damn good. For me, it's less about the healthfulness of whites vs. yolks (though it opens up some room for cholesterol better used on things like butter, salted butter, clarified butter, melted butter, whipped butter, and herb butter) and more about ease of use. Some call this lazy, I call this one less dish to wash.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Full Disclosure.
Everything I never needed to know about lovely expensive things, especially of the fashion variety, I learned from The Nerdy Fashionista (www.nerdyfashionista.blogspot.com ......sorry I can't link because I'm using an old browser)
Here we are at our best, rocking our couture polyester graduation gowns.
Seriously, where I grew up, The Limited was the height of fashion (do they even exist anymore?). And I'm not going to knock it, cause I would totally shop there if I found one.
Here we are at our best, rocking our couture polyester graduation gowns.
Seriously, where I grew up, The Limited was the height of fashion (do they even exist anymore?). And I'm not going to knock it, cause I would totally shop there if I found one.
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