My Wardrobe

I went on a photo shoot date with Cousin Abby. This is my favorite picture that he took. The colors are so me: ALL OVER THE PLACE! Hah!

My wardrobe, from head to foot:

1. The sunglasses were a gas station find, for $7.00.

2. The scarf was from an estate sale, for ¢50. It has a matching 

     beanie hat, but it was not cold enough to wear it.

3. The pleather vest is a Target find, for $29.00. I bought it 

     specifically to match the boots. As you can tell, they don't 

     match. Lesson in shopping: bring the item you want to 

     match in order to get it right.

4. The sweater is chenille, oh so comfortable, from REI, on 

     sale for 30% off. 

5. The jeans... I have no idea what brand they are. But I got 

     them for $5.49 at Sam's Club.

6. The piéce de résistance, the boots. I got them on Ebay for 

     for a steal!

7. The purse, my jimmy rigged camera case purse, the odd 

     ball color that doesn't go with anything above, is from Fred 

     Meyer, for $35.00. 

There you have it, my eclectic, psychedelic, colorful wardrobe from all over the place.

Piss & Vinegar

Cousin Abby is a free spirit. He's done almost everything, from being run over by a quad runner to committing arson. Those are events deserving their own stories. Right now, he is going to attend an underwear event, and it ain't his first.

Not that attend underwear parties  -  I rather keep my jiggly butt to myself  -  but Piss & Vinegar makes a line of fashion men's underwear that pack a [censored] statement.

By the way, does Ehw stand for something?

Jimmy Rigged Camera Case Purse

As practical and safe as they are for your camera and lenses, camera cases are just not fashionable. So I bought a purse with a wide opening, and jimmy rigged it for my camera.

I bought foam padding and leopard print fabric at the craft store for the individualized compartments.

And voilá!

My fashionable camera case purse.

All right, so it doesn't go with what I'm wearing...

And then I discovered Epiphanie Bags. What an epiphany.

Ain't No Blister Bad Enough

Kate Spade. She's fabulous.  If you don't like pink, you'll like Kate Spade Pink. Because she gives a whole new meaning to pink.

See how delicately she lets your toes peek through.

See how she adds a sleek three inches to your legs.

See how I sacrifice to wear Kate Spade.

Here's another thing about Kate Spade. She camouflages my ugly feet. Ahem! Ignore the pedicure. It's the same polish that was put on for the Family Grand Reunion two months ago. For being a shoe person, I am not a foot person. I'll polish my toes as needed, and now was not "as needed". 

Ain't no blister bad enough to keep me away.

I refuse to blame the shoe. So I blame my disproportionately (to my 4'11" height) large feet.

How could you put any blame on these babies?

The Furniture Returneth Home

In July we had to tear apart our kitchen, nook, and dining room floors because of water damage. All our furniture and kitchen and dining belongings had to be removed and stored off site to make room for the extensive repairs involved.

This is how we lived.

Sparingly.

Definition: (adj.) 1. Given to or marked by prudence and restraint in the use of material resources. 2. Deficient or limited in quantity, fullness, or extent.

And when our friends came to visit, we stood around the kitchen island to eat.

 Today, blessed, most grateful day of the last three months, our belongings came home like the prodigal son. Well, not so much the prodigal son, but we sure were just as happy as the father to receive his long lost son.

See, the rug, the soft pile fabric that tickles the spaces between my toes...

Behold, the Persian rug that feels like velvet under my feet...

Ah, what am I doing on the computer?! I'm going out to my living room to frolic on my couch. Then I'll set a cup full of hot tea on the coffee table, and sip it as I rest my aching feet on the ottoman. After that I'll eat leftover Boston cream pie at the dining table!

Oh Sonya, they're home! 

The furniture returneth home!

These Boots

Ahhhh, this is the kind of weather that makes me love where I live this time of year!

Because it's boots time!

I had to be downtown this morning. On my way into my appointment, I stopped to take a few pictures. That's when he stopped me. An older, but handsome, grey haired fellow who was very well dressed, and appeared to know what's fashionably in style. [Ahem!]

Him: "I noticed you from the other end of the parking lot because

of those boots."

Me: Thanks. [I think...]

Him: "It's the heels and the stitching... very city-like, with a 

touch of cowboy ruggedness. Are they comfortable?"

Me: Absolutely!

Him: "You look fabulous!"

Me: Thanks! [Ahem!]

So I strutted into my appointment like I owned the place! 

Thank goodness the boots got the attention, because my hair... what the heck was I thinking?! I can blame it on the weather...

These boots were made for walkin'.
That's just what they'll do.
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you!

The Fetching Price at an Estate Sale

First off, I apologize for the "tight" shots. I had only my 35mm lens this day, and the rooms in this old house were very small. Bear with me.

I love estate sales, especially ones for old, old homes. It's an exploration into the past. There you find strange contraptions, that during their time were actually useful, practical items, and in style.

Like this item for instance. The metal uprights are embedded in a cubic foot block of concrete. It fetched $150.00. Can you guess what it is?

A boot scraper.

 How about this item that Alfonsina got for a stealing $15.00?

It's a pepper grinder.

And my favorite piece at this sale, the piece de resistence. This is one piece of furniture. This piece would be well used in a quiet, secluded village where the Internet is non-existent. Can you imagine all the gossip that would have began right from this piece of furniture? 

It's called a Teté-a-teté. 

This single piece of furniture fetched $700.00! 

And why not, with all its fine details? 

I was not supposed to take a photo of this last piece. 

(Tsk, tsk, tsk...)

But Palomino made me! He swore he'd cause a scene if I didn't take this one shot. "Just ONE picture, Netty!" he coaxed. 

I couldn't refuse. For I believed he would cause a scene that would involve a serious dose of embarrassment for me. See, last year Palomino, Alfonsina - husband and wife, by the way - and I went on a real estate open house sale tour. This is where homes for sale are open to the public to peruse. We entered a house that was for sale by owner. The owners were an old couple whose children had moved on with their own children. By the way they were dressed, I guessed they were staunch devotees to their strict upbringing. Very traditional. Very conservative.

"Hello," Palomino said. He always did the introductions. "My name is Palomino." He shook their hands. 

"This is my wife, Alfonsina." Alfonsina shook their hands.

"And this is my second wife, Netty". 

The couple might as well have done the chicken dance. They couldn't hide their shock. Needless to say, I didn't shake their hands. We never got the personal tour. And they were so relieved when we finally said goodbye.

This is the kind of stuff that Palomino would pull. 

So when he threatened to pull a stunt if I didn't take his picture, I quickly obliged.

"ONE photo, Palomino, no more!

This was the subject of Palomino's insistence. This gold... velvet... what is it, really? I'm not going to comment further on it, in case one of you readers has one, and actually use it. 

In an email he sent out, Palomino referred to this... thing... as [Netty's bed]. 

That ain't my bed, I swear! And I wouldn't pay $50.00 for it, much less the fetching price of $2,500.00.