Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Passive Aggression 101

How to complain about schoolwork, without really complaining about school work. Note sentences 2 and 6. 


Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Our town was so poor...

We couldn't afford a third 'N'. 





Dictionaries: they weren't that hard to come by, not even in 1967. Now of course, there is how-do-you-spell.com.
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Blogging in bed

It can be done. Trying to post using my smartphone. This might revolutionize my life. And while I'm at it, I might as well get some virtual decluttering done. Blurn, do you want this mug? If yes I'll save it for when you move back to Canada. If not, I'll give it to one of our assorted Chris-nephews. Either way, I'm gonna free it from Mom's overcrowded china cabinet. It's time.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Why I quit blogging

Happiness is a hot pink Geranium

Well, I DIDN'T! APRIL FOOLS. Which is a funny thing to say in May. But what can be said about Procrastination? I don't know... I'll think about it, and let you know in a few days. I have many excuses for having taken a break. They include: life, Lent, homeschooling and family stuff, international crises, laziness, procrastination, health issues, ageing parents, and (perhaps most crucially, for logistical reasons) a computer that won't work properly (for months, I couldn't access the "New Post" page, which is kind of important when trying to write New Posts). Issues are still pending on that score--my Mac needs some work. Mr. P bought a new desktop PC on which I can blog, but I really don't like the thing. The keyboard feels foreign and awkward, and the screen is so big, I feel small, naked and lost in front of it. And if there's one thing you should avoid at all costs when blogging, it's nudity.

But I felt I owed my faithful readers an explanation for the long absence, so now you both know what's been going on. Sort of. Happy spring.
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Thursday, January 14, 2016

Still geeking over this, a year later


But fabulous design is, quite simply, fabulous design. Several years ago, this dining set fell into our possession (it was literally rescued from the back of a truck heading to the dump/landfill--heaven forfend!!). Our daughters at university used it for a few years, but eventually they acquired a 'modern' (cheap Asian-made) set that they liked better (kids these days!) so Mr P and I were told to remove the vintage dinette from their apartment, which we did about a year ago.

The set was constantly disparaged for its age and shabbiness (for the record, I saw its cuteness from Day 1) but I refused to part with it. A little research revealed that it was manufactured by the Imperial Furniture Company in Ontario (Canada) and designed by one Jan Kuypers.

His stuff is hot (Vintage Home Boutique is listing refurbished JK chairs for $245 a pop) but as with all vintage/antique stuff, you have to find a buyer first. Not that I'm looking for one at present. The set will likely go to one relative or another. I have several who collect MidMod furniture.

This set is so cute. If you love Mid-Century Modern and/or Danish design, enjoy!





It's very fantastic to find original manufacturer's stickers!

 Kuypers is known for his "floating" designs. Note above, how the table top appears to float above the legs/base. Indeed, at no point does the top touch the wood of the legs. They are connected only by the metal runners used to expand the table.









More floaty style: the chair seat appears to hover over (and slightly ahead of) the legs. These chairs give good lumbar support and are very comfortable.



The table opens to a generous, family-friendly 78" (But first you need a craftsman to make you a 24" leaf or 2-12" leaves; unfortunately, this table lost any and all leaves somewhere in its sad history). It needs a lot of TLC. Some little dog must have chewed on the legs.



If this set were refinished (it's solid yellow birch) and reupholstered with some funky retro fabric, it would be beyond awesome.




Wednesday, January 13, 2016

"You look fantastic!"


Strangely enough, moms with lots of kids hear that quite frequently (yes, even yours truly once upon a time, when rounding my age to the nearest hundred meant going down and not up). For some reason, our culture has sometimes pushed the myth that having kids turns you into an old frump. But science says otherwise. (Not that moms needed confirmation of what we already knew.)

Pa and Ma Kettle, a Hollywood stereotype. 

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

The Zen of William Morris

William Morris: 19th C. bearded man
Marie Kondo:
She's pretty too, which doesn't hurt.























Trust a young Japanese lady to encapsulate Morris's wordy British design-decor admonition into just four words. Brevity isn't just the soul of wit; it's also the soul of tidying up your house. Plus, people today have much shorter attention spans. Most probably get tired (or confused) by time they get to the end of Morris's imperative.

William Morris: "Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful. "

Marie Kondo: "Does it spark joy?"

Four little words that turned into a six-figure bank account for Ms Kondo. Why don't I ever get such succinct yet profitable inspirations? And Ms Kondo has inspired lots of people: Marie's book have sold in the millions and helped as many people get more organized. I wish I were one of them. Maybe someday.
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Monday, January 11, 2016

A piece of my past just died.


Suddenly I feel so old. And pretty sad. Music legend David Bowie has died. Pretty shocking. He just released his final album (last Friday, on his 69th birthday). I didn't even know he was sick. Truly one of a kind. Rest in peace, Starman. Check ignition, and may God's love be with you.



It's sad when this happens to bloggers.


It's even sadder when the second chicken is the blogger's husband. I'm totally getting the mug. 



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Sunday, January 10, 2016

Baptism of the Lord

S. Ioannes Paulus, ora pro nobis


Such a wonderful feast. And I'm at home with a sick child. But for what it's worth, I'm watching the Solemn Mass from the Vatican on EWTN (yes, I know it's not the same thing). On the upside, I get to hear the Missa de Angelis and the Litany of the Saints sung (in Latin), and when was the last time I heard that in a church in Canada? Oh yeah, NEVER. But let's not complain about liturgy today.


Twenty-six babies are being baptized at this Mass (a tradition started by --who else?-- St. John Paul the Great). It's very heart-warming to see so many beautiful babies and their equally beautiful young parents (some of them are crying as they come forward for the pope's blessing--the parents, not the babies!). Can you imagine how cool that would be to have your baby baptised by the pope? The commentator on EWTN just said how uncommon it is for the St. Peter's to be filled with strollers and baby toys. That shouldn't be the case. Every Catholic church, every Sunday should be filled with baby strollers and toys and crying babies.
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Friday, January 8, 2016

Time to get serious about Tea.

I'm cutting back on coffee and drinking more tea--not just in the morning, but all day long. I hope it will help me lose my "Christmas goodie" weight --and the other weight that's been piling on in the last 14 months or so. Of late, I've fallen into the very bad habit of snacking incessantly, so I figure if I substitute tea for snacks, that's at least one positive thing I can do. (Orally fixated people seem to need to have something in their mouths all the time. It's not very dignified, but you've got to work with what you have, until you can acquire the habit of not having something in your mouth all the time.)

I received this very lovely set from one of my goddaughters this past Christmas. The box is so pretty, I wondered just how much better it could get (especially since the fine print says: "Find 6 adorable gift boxes inside this tray.")


And by Jove, they are adorable! And they smell heavenly. And they taste as good as they smell. 


I love "tea things" too (as you may have guessed, if you've ever seen any of my posts about dishware). 

 A lovely teacup and saucer I received as a gift when I did a speaking engagement a few years back. The organization did not know that red poppies were one of my fave flowers--how cool is that? 


A vintage Hammersley teacup given to me by my uncle.



My favourite teapots: the little Brown Betty and the big cobalt baby were gifts from siblings.


This tea set is yet another vintage acquisition (not including the gravy boat in the centre, which was a wedding gift.) I have used the teapot, but not the coffee carafe--yet.  


And the love affair with Breville appliances continues at my house: 

My Christmas gift from Mr. P:
Programmable (yay!) and cordless (double-yay!)

Ooooh. You can get really serious when you're able to custom-pick your brew temperatures. 

And gee, do you think we have enough tea in the house? Some of this I purchased, some of it was gifted to us, and some of it was inherited last summer from a daughter who went overseas to work. So yeah, we gotta start drinking tea.
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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Some New Year's cheer


Because we need it. The kids and I have been watching these episodes lately. Buying this set was one of the best entertainment investments I've ever made. It's a tad pricier on Amazon.ca now…sheesh!! The complete series is much more reasonable (as usual) on Amazon.com. If you don't wish to purchase, maybe your local library has them. Or maybe Netflix will put them on someday; you never know. So funny. (And no, good Lord, this song has nothing to do with atom bombs. The series is set in the 1920s.)


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