An Online Survey I Liked

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The author, Alexandra Stoddard, writes a monthly newsletter published on her website.  In February's issue, she included a series of questions that a newspaper reporter from Rhode Island asked her.

http://www.alexandrastoddard.com/newsletter.asp   

Here are my answers

Age: 50
Occupation: Managing Editor, Law Enforcement Today
Residence:  Portsmouth, VA
Born, Raised & Grew Up in:  Hartford, East Hartford, Greater New York City area
Favorite way to spend my time: writing
Proudest accomplishment: Earning my MCJ (Master’s Degree, Criminal Justice)
What I hope to be remembered for: the people whose lives I’ve influenced.
Top Item on my bucket list: Living in New York City for a year.
What I wanted to be when I grew up: A television news reporter.
Person or experience that has influenced me the most: my childhood

Favorite book/author: The Gentle Ways of the Beautiful Woman
Anne Ortlund
Last book read: The Prize Winner of Defiance Ohio.
Favorite song: Glenn Miller’s “In the Mood”
Favorite movie: Moonstruck
Favorite TV Show:  Bluebloods
Favorite pet: Lulu
Favorite food: potatoes in any form
Amount of time I spend a day on Facebook:  less than five minutes
Trait I most admire: Compassion
Pet peeve: Arbitrary rules
Favorite quotation: “If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it, blame yourself, for you are not poet enough to call forth its riches."  Ranier Rilke
My favorite thing about our little corner of the world:  the river and the sea

Can't live without: Starbucks
Little known fact about me: I’m actually an introvert.
Best advice I've ever received: "Anne, the only time that you won’t be criticized is when you do nothing. Decide what the right thing to do is and do it.” 

Master Chief Edwin T. Yamashiro, Command Master Chief, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii
Advice I best like to give:  Life’s lessons repeat themselves until you get it right.
If I ruled the world I would:  Be the sunshine in your universe.
If I won the lottery, the first thing I would do is: get up to use the restroom because I would be dreaming.

I drive a: black Honda Accord
Always in my fridge: a large jar of dill pickles that has been in there for about 8 years.
If I could have dinner and a conversation with anyone in the world, past or present, I would choose: Jesus and I'd have him choose the wine

Hint of Spring

The weather was so unseasonably warm tonight.  Even though I rode my bike earlier today, I drove over to Norfolk through the tunnel with Lulu to take a walk this evening.  The Ghent neighborhood is eclectic, a my kind of place with an Orthodox Jewish community, trendy shops, unique stores, and a wonderful coffee house called Café Stella. 

Lulu and I walked under the street lights and past the neon lights of restaurants, past the Donut Dinette, past people in outdoor seating at pubs – giddy with the warmth of the unexpected rush of a spring evening in bleak mid-winter. 

Down 21^st Street we walked, past the tiny ballet students, hard at work, all pink and black leotards with little froths of tutus like frosting on cupcakes.  First position, second position, plie, hands on the barre, arms curved gracefully overhead.  Degas on a warm February night.

Never Underestimate the Power of a Few

They miss my friend Nancy on her home planet.  I say that only affectionately, because I treasure her and value her intellect.  But she is different.  She calls God “the Matrix.” Nancy dyes her hair with black walnuts.  Nicknamed Tink, for Tinkerbelle, she is an animated under five feet tall dynamo who looks at least 15 years younger than she is.  If you have an ailment, Nancy has the natural remedy and it works. 

When I first moved here, we had a blighted block of Section-8 housing at the entrance to the neighborhood that looked horrendous.  Nancy vowed that a linear park could go there, after we took that block down through the civic league.  People looked at her like she had two heads.  Look at that block twelve years later.  We call it Scotts Creek Park.

I don’t talk much about my civic involvement in Portsmouth here on the blog.  I’m blessed to live in a neighborhood where a few can make a difference.  So when Nancy called me and said that we had to do something about a proposal to build a sulfur processing plant with two 150 foot smokestacks on the Elizabeth River near my house, I listened. 

Not to get into a big discussion, but sulfur goes on fire very easily, so companies dampen it when processing to reduce the risk.  Mr. Paquette told me that some day I'd need the periodic table, so I should pay attention in chemistry class.  He was right.  I had to look up the process, but sulfur+water=sulfuric acid, right on a river.  Not good.   However, never underestimate the power of stealthy, middle-aged co-conspirators.

We even surprised even ourselves as other civic leaders from several communities came on board.  In three weeks, the following headline appeared in the local paper:

Company Drops Portsmouth in Plans for Sulfur Plant

http://hamptonroads.com/2012/01/company-drops-portsmouth-plans-sulfur-plant

Do you ever feel like you are one person and you can’t do too much?  It isn’t true.  As Margaret Mead said, “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever does.”

Weekly Menu Plan

I cook almost everything we eat, whether it is consumed on the road to work, at work, or at home.  I'm getting on the bandwagon and posting my menus along with Frugal Girl and a lot of others.  Pic courtesy of Cooking in the country.

Menu Plan Monday

Monday

B – steel cut oatmeal, cranberries

L – eggs, turkey sausage, potatoes

D – chicken stir fry, brown rice, cucumber salad

Tuesday

B - steel cut oatmeal, apples

L – turkey soup, cucumber salad, fruit

D – chili, cabbage winter salad, cornbread

Wednesday

B - steel cut oatmeal, frozen fruit

L – chili, cabbage winter salad

D – Impossible broccoli pie http://www.food.com/recipe/impossible-broccoli-pie-37876, peas, baked yams

Thursday

B – egg sandwich, sliced oranges

L–  impossible broccoli pie, peas

D – split pea soup,  Texas toast, deviled eggs.

Friday

B -  steel cut oatmeal, frozen fruit

L – deviled eggs, split pea soup

D – baked potatoes stuffed with turkey and gravy, spinach, cabbage salad

Saturday

B -  egg sandwiches, sliced oranges

L – baked potatoes stuffed with turkey and gravy, sliced apples

D – chicken parmesan, spinach, pasta

Sunday

B -  oatmeal, frozen fruit

L –  chicken parmesan, peas

D – homemade pizza with caramelized onions and two cheeses, sautéed cabbage

http://orgjunkie.com/2012/01/menu-plan-monday-jan-2312-menu-planning-with-picky-eaters.html

How My Mammogram Turned into Flat Stanley

Okay, you know who Flat Stanley is, yes?  Flat Stanley is an idea to help children understand travel and to feel closer to those who are away.  FS, as his hip close friends like me call him, started out as a children’s book in the 1960’s.  In this charming book, a kid helps his father create a bulletin board full of pics and then dreams about the activity later.  As FS, instead of the real child, he had all kind of adventures in his dreams. 

Sometimes a kindergarten class creates an FS and sees how far he can travel with relatives of class members or with the kids themselves.  My brother-in-law took FS to Kiev in the former Soviet Union when he was on a mission trip.  FS can also travel with Mommy while she deploys to the Middle East.

Here’s FS with his good friend the former President of the United States:

What does this have to do with a breast cancer scare?  When the Naval Hospital called me in December to advise that I had an abnormal mammogram, I was not scheduled for a follow up until after Christmas.  Happy holidays to me.

What’s a girl to do?  She calls her father.  My father is the former Connecticut Commissioner of Public Health, an Ivy League graduate and physician who now works in Hartford Hospital’s clinic for lower-income people.  Dad says that’s where God wants him.  He could be golfing and sitting on the boat, but I digress.   Dad said, “send the film up by Federal Express.  I’ll have a radiologist look at it.  It is probably nothing.”  For long-term blog readers, the father who died back a year and a half ago, Papa, was my stepfather.

UPS was closer and I sent the CD off.  I double-checked the address.  Both the lady who provided me with the CD (they call it film, though) and the sweet UPS employee who wrapped and addressed it, prayed with me.  And if you don’t think it is a miracle to have a Navy employee pray with you unbidden in a military facility, you don’t know much about God working incognito.  

And that’s when the adventure of FS aka the mammogram CD began.  My mammogram traveled all over the Greater Hartford area.  They tried to deliver it to an office which my father had ten years ago in another town.  They tried to deliver it to the State Health Department.  They tried to deliver it to my uncle.  He’s a dentist, so he was confused.    I tried to have them deliver it to my father’s house, but they insisted that his address was the police department.  It wasn’t.   My father suggested that it might turn up at Shady Glen, where we used to go for mocha chip ice cream, or Sunset Ridge Elementary School where I enjoyed my grammar school days.

The problem?  There is no suite number at the clinic where my father works.  The facility takes up the entire second floor.   Apparently UPS needs a suite number or maybe a busy driver didn’t want to walk up the stairs. Did you know that when you sign the UPS form to send a package, you also sign off on their policy that if they think that they can deliver your package to a better address to reach your addressee, they will!  How do I know this?  They told me at the legal department at UPS corporate headquarters in Atlanta. 

I talked to everyone at UPS in late December.  Seriously, I think I did.  The crew over there in India who handle incoming calls.  Namaste, guys!  The group at the Hartford office.  One woman there was especially delightful when she told me that it was the busiest day of the year for her and she needed to get off the phone.  

It is nearly impossible for me to understand how we can have such a high unemployment rate in this country and have folks who have jobs act like this. Had another interesting call with Mike, her supervisor, who fixed the problem and told me what a pill she is. 

Bottom line?  Five days after I mailed it express, the CD arrived at the Hartford Hospital clinic.  Diagnosis?  It was nothing. 

I enjoyed my holiday knowing that I was cancer free.  I had a follow up at the Naval Hospital which confirmed my Flat Stanley diagnosis.  The roses and lilies from UPS Corporate that lasted into the New Year were gorgeous. UPS is really sorry for my inconvenience.

Thank you, God.

More Than Enough

I had a “routine” cancer screening last week.  On Friday night, after 8 p.m. I had an incoming call with the Naval Hospital exchange listed. I felt my heart stop for a minute.  They don’t call you at 8 p.m. from the Naval Hospital to say, “Hey, Annie, thanks for being such a great patient and have a Merry Christmas.” There’s a problem with that test which I have to wait to unravel until after the first of the year.

For a few hours, the ground under my feet gave way.  I wasn’t up for more health challenges.  Finally I dug into Psalm 46, you know, the one that says, “Be still and know that I am God.”  That has been a much loved verse for many years.  As I read through that Psalm and took in the study notes, I had a revelation. 

“Be still and know that I am God,” sounds gentle.  The original Hebrew words for “be still” are a bit different.  The study notes told me that what God actually said was an imperative that would sound something like this.  ENOUGH!  Enough!  I am God.

That Word from God dried up my tears and hiccupping pretty quickly.   Those words were just the same as a parent would say to a child in the midst of a tantrum or to unruly children making entirely too much noise.  ENOUGH!  My mother and father have both said that to me many times.

Does He say “ENOUGH” to us because He can’t deal with us for one more minute?  No.  He says “ENOUGH” because He wants us to hear what comes next.  “I am God.”  Stop your panic.  Stop your noise.  Stop your tears.  ENOUGH! I am God.

All of You is more than enough for all of me
For every thirst and every need
You satisfy me with Your love
And all I have in You is more than enough

(Chris Tomlim sings it a lot better than I do.)

Chris Tomlin More Than Enough

Be Still and Know That I Am God

Papa's Jacket

It was my Papa's birthday at the end of last week.  I was out at my Mom's in Williamsburg on Wednesday taking some things to Goodwill.  In preparation for this post, I took the pic you see above.  The problem was, I just couldn't sit down to write about it.

This is Papa's jacket, where he left it that last time he left Williamsburg and went back to Atlanta for more treatment.  We all kind of stroke it when we walk past, a visible talisman; a touchstone of the person who never has really left us in our thoughts.

When I wrote his eulogy, I put in a section about how much I would miss his coffee.  He made the best coffee, infused with either cinnamon or allspice.  I'd look forward to having it every time we were together.  When I wrote his eulogy, I mentioned that it was a blessing that the last time he handed me a cup, I didn't know it really was going to be the last time.

I did pretty well during the eulogy, but when I looked down at my notes about the coffee, I knew that I couldn't get through that part.  In order to maintain my compsure, I skipped it.   That thing about the "last time" really gets to me.  I know where he is, but I really miss him. Who knew that the last time he hung his Williamsburg jacket on the hook that it was really going to be the last time?

I mean, brethren, the appointed time has been winding down and it has grown very short.
1 Corinthians 7:29, Amplified version

Lessons About God from a Dog

I have struggled for my entire life to understand the love of God.  There, I said it.  For various reasons, I have often been overwhelmed with my concept of myself, a flawed human being, loved despite all my mistakes by a perfect God.

I know all the theology involved, but there is a difference between comprehending something in your head and feeling something deep within your being.  I understand objectively that Jesus has already paid the price for my sin, but my innate ability to be incredibly hard upon myself causes me to feel separated from God’s love a lot of the time.  Mind you, I could tell any one of you reading this why you are always loved by God.  I could cite the correct chapters and verses, but inside I’ve often felt that they applied to everyone but me.

God has presented me with lessons over the years which helped me better understand Him and his everlasting love for me, but I just couldn’t take it on board.  And then God sent Lulu.

I’ve had some great dogs; Alex, Maxine, Lupa, Little Bit, Francis, and now Lulu, the best gift of them all.  Lulu doesn’t do a lot of tricks.  She sits and she walks well on the leash.  Lulu looks adorable and everyone who sees her loves her.  Like most of the best things in life, she was free.  A neighbor called me and asked me to come look at the stray dogs in her yard.  One of them was Lulu.

God has truly used Lulu in my life to help me understand His unconditional love.  You see, sometimes Lulu does bad stuff.  She doesn’t mean to, she just can’t help digging big holes in the yard.  When she digs, she tracks in unbelievable amounts of dirt that I have to sweep up.  Much like God has to sweep up after me.

Last week, she decided to dig the pillow top thingey on top of the mattress.  There was “memory foam” everywhere and a guilty little dog licking her lips while I stood there saying, “Did you do THAT?”

But here’s the deal.  I didn’t love her any less.  I know her heart.  I know she loves me and she wants to please me.  She sometimes has a hard time controlling her impulses, but her heart is in the right place. 

When Lulu loves on you, she just leans into your chest, rests her head on your shoulder, and puts her whole weight on you.  This is what God wants me to do with Him.  Then He says, “Good girl.”  He knows my heart. It took a stray white dog to teach me that.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love.”  Jeremiah 31:3

The Ick Factor

It’s the story, of a crufty bathtub which was growing nasty mold upon the grout…(to the musicians, sing to the tune of “Brady Bunch”)

Okay, my bathtub has ISSUES.  My house is almost one hundred years old and the tub is nearly that old.  Not charming, claw footed, and Victorian old.  Just old.   I looked into replacing it, but the length is smaller than is standard today.  There is a slender wall that separates it from the commode which cannot be removed without the ceiling coming down.  I said commode because I think it sounds more genteel than toilet.

I had the tub refinished which worked well for ten years. Then the grout between the tub and the tile got icky.  Icky is a professional plumbing term.  I tried everything to clean it.  Then I asked the handier member of the house to take over.   The project just kind of sat because he’s kinda busy.  Then he happened upon a product that is a sort of a tape which can replace traditional grout.  Eureka.

Only it wasn’t applied right and kept peeling off.  The grout underneath was ickier than ever.  So I pulled the tape off.  I shut my mouth about the public housing project appearance in my tub, cleaning it as best I could.  Finally I asked that it be scheduled for repair. Three months later an expert job was done that looks like this.

Okay, are you kidding me?

What is up with that color?                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

So I went nuts over the two-year bathtub saga with my good friend, Terry.  She gave me wise words of reason.  Finally, I addressed the “plumber” saying “Hey awesome job that you did on the tub.  I was so blessed by not seeing the nasty grout this morning.  What was your thinking about the color?”

“That’s the only color it comes in.”

“No, I just went to Lowes, they sell it in white.  They were just out of stock.  You got the color they call “biscuit.”

“Biscuit was a color?”

“Yeah, what did you think?”

“I thought biscuit referred to the round shape the roll of tape came in.”

Seriously?

This post brought to you by “Men Are From Mars, Women are From Venus” and the exclamation “arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

On The Fifth Day of December My Friend Nancy Gave To Me…

The last vegetables from her garden…festively

Aren’t we lucky to have such a long growing season here in the Tidewater area of Virginia?  My friends are such a blessing to me.  Look at this basket of vegetables, looking very holly jolly and Christmas-y in red and green.  I made potato leek soup from that basket and used the green peppers in baked ziti that I brought to the civic league meeting last night. And I still have some vegetables left over!

I always get creative when my mother or a friend blesses me with something from the store.  They often give me things I don’t ordinarily buy, like leeks in Nancy’s case or citron in my mother’s.  That citron looks like some crazy thing from another planet, but it smelled exotically wonderful and tasted even better used with a chicken recipe. 

The unusual items get my creative juices flowing.  This makes me think that I should be more adventurous at the grocery store and buy my own unusual items from time to time.

We all have ruts of thinking, ruts in cooking, and ruts in our routine.  So shake it up.  Buy something new to try like parsnips or garam masala or a different type of flavored coffee.  Mix up your Bible reading and devotional time.  I had my devotions outside today, because the temperature is in the 70’s.  God makes all things new again, but we can cooperate, get with His program, and try something out of the usual routine.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

I had an impromptu gathering of old friends and new neighbors yesterday...just some baked brie, apples and crackers http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/baked_brie/ with some Goldfish and chocolate milk for the kids.  As I looked around the house, I just didn't think it looked Christmas-y enough for guests.  I know I'm not called to be Martha Stewart with housing perfection, but I just felt a little burst of energy to do something...well, different,

Things being tight, I thought about what I had on hand.  This is what I came up with in about twenty minutes.  My "assistant" did the lights.

I have a large stairwell which can be seen from the foyer and the living room.  I thought this would be a fun place for a tree.

This lovely doll with a bisque face was sent by a wonderful blog reader a while back.  Her daughter works at my local Goodwill.

We used to celebrate Saint Nicholas Day on December 5 when I was a kid.  My mother outdid herself on holidays.  We would wake up to find candy and little toys in our shoes, which was the tradition.  Yesterday was Saint Nicholas Day, which must have been how I came up with the stuff in the shoes.  Please note the initials on the suitcase, which once belonged to a Mary Lou Kennedy.  The inner-city children we mentored firmly believed that this was Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s suitcase "back in the day."

My Nana's engagement picture.  Annie, my great-grandmother, made her dress.

Enjoy the Christmas season!

My Beloved Waltons....How on earth could it be 40 years?

Just in case you guys didn't see this on Friday, I want to share something wonderful with you.  The Walton family reunited on the Today Show with Matt Lauer to talk about old times.  How on earth can John Boy (Richard Thomas) look just the same?

When things were falling apart with my own mother and father, they were there.  Maybe we need to find them again.  In the despair of the Depression and of World War II, they triumphed...together.  They made do...together.  They prayed, they ate together as a family, and met every challenge...together. I loved them.  Check out the link below.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=feqfsbnlKuQ

Good night John Boy.  Good night Mary Ellen.  Good night Ben.  Good night Elizabeth.  Ahhhhh, home.  Did you know the narrator was Earl Hamner, Jr., the real John Boy?  Cue the harmonica music.  Good night, everyone.      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cp7_u0kcQRo

Stuff It!

Looking for a cheap fix for dinner?  You can’t go wrong with a baked stuff potato or yam.  Yams were on sale for me locally at 28 cents a pound, so I stocked up.

You can stuff a baked potato with almost anything and it turns out tasty.   What goes into a stuffed baked potato?  Leftover diced chicken, turkey, pork or beef.  Leftover vegetables like peas, carrots, corn, broccoli or asparagus.  Black beans are really yummy stuffed into a baked potato.  Chili is equally so and needs nothing but a sprinkle of cheddar cheese on top. Baked potatoes and yams are very forgiving as to what you put on top.  Those little drips and drabs of leftovers that are too small to use for another meal tend to be just perfect.  Use either a simple white sauce, cheese sauce, or gravy to mix your other ingredients together.     You can find recipes for any of these on the Internet. 

The combination pictured is leftover diced turkey and a half a bag of mixed vegetables mixed together with a cheapo packet of sale gravy mix I added water to.  I had a very small amount of leftover sour cream and mixed that in.  I stuffed each yam with that mixture, two for our Friday dinner and two more for weekend lunches.

Like a Gingerbread House

This charming Craftsman-style stone cottage is in a neighborhood not too far away.  Something about this house just speaks to me.   Perhaps the charm is that the home is constructed like some country cottages I grew up around in Connecticut, with the same stone fence.  Farmers in Connecticut, ever frugal New Englanders, used the rocks removed from the fields while plowing to build walls for their hones and fences for their property.  Like this one:

This time of year, I always think the house looks like a gingerbread cottage.  Like this one from Country Living's website:

How adorable is that shredded wheat "thatched" roof?

It's December!

It's the most wonderful time of the year...

Brenda at Cozy Little House did a terrific blog entry showing how she decorated with candy canes.  This is how I copied uhhhhhh this is my homage to Brenda.  http://www.cozylittlehouse.com/2011/11/thrifty-mantel-holiday-decor-tip.html

For those of us who have a lot of white in our decor, Brenda was correct that the humble candy cane can punch up our Christmas decor for next to nothing.  I am so thankful for all the bloggy girls out there who are committed to blessing their homes in a frugal way.  I learn so much from each one.

400

Not too long ago, I got an odometer for my bike.  It is the only electronic thing on my vintage cruiser.  I was curious about how much mileage I was accumulating on the ole bike.   I recently hit this milestone of 400 miles.  I have ridden my bike the same mileage as from Virginia to New York City.  I'm amazed by this, because it represents plenty of time not sitting on my rear end.

My red cruiser parked on the Great Dismal Swamp Canal Trail.  Don't get nervous.  No cars are allowed!

Thanksgiving After Action Report

Many of us struggle with families and the holidays.  Sometimes I imagine that others lead idyllic lives with no emotional baggage whatsoever.   Upon reflection, though, I'm not sure that any of us live in "this present darkness" totally unscathed.  We exist for the blink of an eye in a fallen world and sometimes our family relationships can demonstrate that.

The media and popular culture do not help us.  Sometimes the pressure of expectations makes us feel that unless we have a Thanksgiving which looks like a Norman Rockwell painting, we are missing out. 

Now I adore Norman Rockwell, especially a painting called Breaking Home Ties, which tells a story if you look at it closely. 

Many of our families, however, don't resemble that picture.  We are imperfect, we lose sight of priorities, and we make mistakes.
I started to fall victim to that pressure of expectation during this long weekend.  Bruce set up a get together with the male relatives to go shooting and forgot to tell me.   This part of my dear family has more money than I do.  Let's put it right out there.  I became nervous and (as a friend of mine delightfully refers to it) twisted.  Maybe my house or my cooking wasn't good enough.  It was good enough five minutes before I knew I had company coming, why wasn't it good enough five minutes later?

I had to mentally shake myself by the scruff of the neck.  We are called as Christians to practice hospitality.  That means making available what I have that God has blessed me with, not "putting on the dog" and showing off to others.  I relaxed.  I prayed.  I served the turkey soup that I'd made from the leftovers to rave reviews, along with a sliced meat platter for sandwiches, and some fruit salad.  They loved my house, particularly because it does look different from what you can buy in a furniture store.  My dear cousin, who is so family oriented, just wanted to take pictures, so she could unite her kitchen and porch into one room, as we have.

How much do we miss with mistaken priorities and expectations over the holidays?  We let the anxiety bubble up and say harsh things that we should not.  How much do we bend over or even break under the weight of the baggage that we insist on carrying when Jesus stretches out His arms and says, "Here, honey, take a load off.  Let me have it."  Well that's what He whispers to me. What He officially said was, "Come unto Me all ye that travail and are heavy laden and I will refresh you."

During the rest of this holiday season, I am going to relax in Him.  He has only called me to be me, Annie, not someone else.  Forgetting what lies behind, I will press on and consider my relatives as I consider my friends. They are not here to meet my needs.  They are people like me with their own worries who love me.  And I resolve to take them at that and leave the baggage in the arms of Jesus.

Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you.  John 12:35

And yes, I do realize that there are two different times on the alarm clocks.  As Chicago asked, "Does anybody really know what time it is?" I like them that way.  Attribute that to my general sense of quirkiness.  The King James version of the Bible says we are a "peculiar people" and, trust me, I fit right in.

Some Fashion-y Blogs I Love

I follow some really varied blogs from a shy housewife in upstate NY who writes remarkable things to an irreverent single tattoo'd Brooklyn woman who lost about 80 pounds and rides around New York City on her Hello Kitty cruiser in high heels.  She writes the Bitchcakes blog www.sherylyvette.com/  I also read a blog by cloistered monks in the desert and a couple of Amish blogs, heh.  The first part about the monks is true.

Anyway, I really love some of the fashion-y blogs out there.  Now I am more than sure that I wouldn't wear many of the ensembles that Kasmira or Vanessa wear.   Kasmira mixed plaids and animal prints which would just make me cross eyed if I saw it on myself in the mirror.  But on her...WOW WOW WOW!

What I get from these wonderful women are ideas on how I can make my own wardrobe go farther.  Because of reading their work, I have paired grey and yellow wihth terrific results.  I never would have done that on my own.  I wear red sling back high heels with my dressy jeans.  I combine necklaces. All because of them.  Maybe you'll enjoy these ladies, too. They all thrift a significant portion of their clothing.

The outrageous Kasmira, human resources girl, from Cincy and her husband, Beefy Muchacho, do the What I Wore Today Blog:

http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/

Vanessa the brave, from Big Girl, Small Budget, Tiny Town.  Think you have to dress in black and stand in the corner if you are a larger woman?  Think again.

http://snappyandsavvy.blogspot.com

Patti's Not Dead Yet blog.  I love the name she chose!  She runs a Monday feature with input from many readers modeling over-50 fashion which makes them look visible, rather than the invisible feeling that many women over 50 experience.

http://notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.com/

Paula is a vibrant artist who loves color, color, and more color in her wardrobe.  I love her style!

http://fashionoverfifty.blogspot.com

Check these bloggy girls out!  They are inspirational AND make frugal recommendations using thrift store options.  What could be better than that!