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What A Dreamboat

By now everyone’s heard the news that Davy Jones, age 66, has died.

Are you kidding me?!

I’ve always been a Monkees fan.  I remember, when I was just a young girl in the late ’60s, seeing a commercial on TV advertising a Monkees double album set.  I knew I had to have it.  I also knew my mother would never approve of spending that much money on record albums much less through the mail.  So secretly I met with Charlotte and we gathered enough of our little savings and mailed CASH through the mail to receive our Monkees records.  I wonder if those records are still somewhere in my mom and dad’s house?  If they are I know they have a lot of wear as Charlotte and I listened to them a lot.  I also know you cannot stop a starry-eyed, pre-teen girl from having her heart’s desire, so sneaking behind my mom’s back to get the albums was definitely forgivable.

Davy Jones.  Boy he was a heart-throb, huh?  Yep, I thought he was pretty groovy, but I wasn’t the only one.  Marsha Brady was way more in love with him than I ever was.  She promised her entire school that he would be at her prom because he responded to her fan mail!  I thought that episode of The Brady Bunch, where Davy Jones makes an appearance, was just about the coolest.  I saw that episode on a rerun not too long ago.  (Yes, I will watch The Brady Bunch whenever I can because they’re just so, well, far-out!)  I noticed this time around that Davy’s manager in the show was completely head-over-heels for Davy, giving him dreamy eyes and everything.  He even got a little jealous when Marsha came in to the recording studio and kicked her out, knowing that Davy would give his affections to her if he caught a glimpse.  Tres funny!

Well that just goes to show Davy Jones was a dreamboat to everyone.  True, he died before any of us were ready for it, but he left behind many a fluttering heart and a small contribution to the music world.  RIP, Davy.  You made me a believer.

P.S.  If this post got you thinking about the Brady Bunch, be sure to check out the ultra groovy Brady Bunch drink charms available in my shop.

Wordless Wednesday

It’s All The Rage

By now you’ve probably heard of a little thing called Pinterest.  I recently joined and I still don’t understand all of the nuances, but can clearly see how a person can get addicted.  It’s an entire universe of ideas, videos, photos and websites in a format we in the older generation would equate with Reader’s Digest condensed books.  It’s a virtual bulletin board that can hold an infinite number of thumb-tacked reminders, without the thumb tacks.

With Twitter and Facebook I pretty much have my hands full with the whole social network thing.  I’ve decided to make Pinterest my own.  Except for the one little board I call Auntie B’s Wax Featured Items, which is a small sampling of what I have to offer in my Etsy shop to anyone who’s interested, I’m pinning things for my own reference and enjoyment without regard to impressing anyone else.  I’m not pinning to win friends and followers, i.e. racking up the big numbers; however, I’m hooking up with people I think have impeccable taste, cool DIY projects or great things to sell.  For me, Pinterest isn’t about who’s hot, it’s about finding things that are awesome to me.

In the interest of being a well-rounded blogger I’ve added a Pin It button at the bottom of my posts, as well as a Follow Me On Pinterest button on my sidebar.  You won’t, however, find every single thing I pin posted as a status update or a tweet.  My pinning is limited to Pinterest and will not spread to Facebook or Twitter.

I’m looking forward to increasing my knowledge of Pinterest and finding out all it has to offer.  I’m also look forward to having enough time to add to my boards and incorporate some of the “pins” into my life, home, and business.

Got some great boards you want me to see?  Let me know, because I really like cool stuff.

Mardi Gras

Every year my family gets together for a little Mardi Gras celebration.  We even have a king cake with a tiny plastic baby hidden inside.  The person who gets the baby in their piece of cake gets to throw the party next year.

As you may know, Mardi Gras in New Orleans is all about masks and costumes (not to mention being on the precipice of Lent, the season of stark sacrifice), and in my family it’s no different.  We always wear a mask and don the ever-glamorous plastic beads.  I’ve been wearing the same mask for several years but got bored with it.  I was going to go to the craft store to get makings for a new mask but time got away from me, so I was left to my own devices and my plethora of crafting materials to come up with some kind of mask at the last minute.

I took an old pair of glasses, ca. 1980, and embellished them a little.  It’s good to have miscellaneous craft supplies and tools around.  A hot glue gun is a life saver in a situation like this.

All right, so the mask isn’t as glam as most, but it sure was fun to make. I felt like a naughty kid taking a marker to my prescription glasses, and I felt like a hippy looking through them.

Dolly enjoyed fashioning my mask.  I especially like the little antennae.

 

OK, so I had a little bit of trouble actually seeing out of the glasses as the prescription is about forty years old and they were embellished with Sharpie colors.  But the beads were dangly and sparkly, and Dolly and I had a very good time during our photo shoot.  The “mask” kind of made me giggle too.

Charlotte was the host of this year’s Mardi Gras party.  I always enjoy going to her house for a party because, well, she knows  how to throw a party right.  It was all very festive, complete with lots of New Orleans food, music and decor.

Charlotte took advantage of the family’s presence and turned this celebration into not only a Mardi Gras party but also a birthday party for Pinky.  So the king cake was also a birthday cake.  It was just a big old party all the way around.  She even made fancy frozen blender drinks!

A toast to Charlotte and her excellent party throwing abilities, and to Pinky, who now can get a discount on his car insurance if he takes a special driving class for old people.  Laissez les bons temps rouler!

P.S.  My dad got the plastic baby in his piece of cake, so next year he’ll be hosting. Should be good!

The weekend is upon us and I breathe a sigh of relief.  What’s in store?  Oh, not much.  A little house cleaning, a little socializing, a little production to increase my inventory, and a little relaxing. 

I’m looking most forward to the relaxing part.  I’ve rediscovered the bliss of going to bed at a decent hour and unwinding with a book.  An actual book.  I hope they never go out of fashion, because from what I’ve been hearing the brain likes to read pages much better than reading a screen, especially before bedtime.  Kindles are cool, but books are the bomb.

Light some candles, or set a fire on the hearth this weekend. Turn off the noise and breathe deep.

How about you? Any plans for destressing or recharging?