Was at ValVill the other night. After much rummaging I found this awesome original-retro dress from the 50s. It was sleeveless (just straps), cut straight across the front, cinched at the waist with a knee-length A-line skirt. It was polyester (of course), with a whitish background with these weird yellow and red zig zags. I tried it on, no idea of when/where I could possibly wear it because it just screamed "Stepford Wife." I fell in love. Sadly, it fit everywhere else except the top. Apparently women back then where much better endowed than I am. Sniff.
Emma has pink sunglasses – pink lenses, with pink glittery frames and flowers at the sides. When she puts them on she always looks upwards and exclaims; “Hey Mom, the clouds are pink!” She cranes her neck and stares thoughtfully, entranced by the shift in colour.
We were at the drugstore last week and she convinced me to take the plunge. And why not? Who wouldn’t want to see the world through rose-coloured glasses? To tell you the truth, I really like it, but the effect on the brain is a funny one. When I’m wearing the glasses my brain eventually compensates for the pink filter. If I wear the sunglasses long enough the world loses its pink sheen. But when I take them off the scene is flooded with cyan greens. This makes me wonder what the world really looks like, and if there is such a thing as a definitive colour of anything. Is that tree really green? How green is green? Is my green the same as yours?
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We were all at The Works last week – a neighborhood restaurant/burger joint [fancy website here].
The highlights:
We placed our orders... basically just burgers and fries. The waiter was about to leave when Sarah announced her own order: “I would like some spinach please.” Mummy is thrilled and beams with pride. Not only does the kid insist on her veggies but she remembers to say please. Unfortunately there is nothing resembling spinach on the entire menu. Later on she eats the lime wedges out of everyone's drinks.
My burger was probably the best I have ever had In My Entire Life. (Mark is tired of listening to me rave about it ... remember that burger I had? Remember how good it was? Remember? It was SO GOOD.) It was called the Renegade. I had trouble choosing because they have about 60 different burgers on the menu… including such gastronomical whimsy as The Gatineau Gal – lumpy curd cheese and fresh canned gravy – but mine had smoky BBQ sauce, bacon, fried onion and cheese. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. And it was HUGE. It certainly amounted to more meat/calories than should properly be consumed in one sitting. Oh, and it was SO GOOD.
I got a cherry coke and vanilla float. It came served in this. I must be getting old. I don’t want to drink out of measuring cups, but it didn’t stop me from enjoying it.
Have a good weekend everyone. I don't know about you, but I'm good and ready. Perhaps I'll just dash out and get a burger...
It's summer in Ottawa. We're looking at a high of 31°. Summer means shorts. In an attempt to camouflage my pasty-white winter legs I decided to invest a few dollars in some sunless tanning lotion. I read and reread the back of every bottle on the drugstore shelf:
Quick! Easy to Apply!
Hah. Yeah right.
I followed the directions to The Tee. Despite my cautionary approach, two hours later I noticed the unseemly streaking that comes with this kind of amateur application. In fact, in some light it looks like my legs were dirty – as if I dripped butterscotch pudding around my ankles and just left them in the sun to dry.
I tried to exfoliate my ankles last night. It didn't work.
