After we were able to move back into our bedroom, Tom unpacked some of the things that had been on top of our old dresser. This little dish from Geri still had a pair of Barbie shoes in it that had once fallen out of a box from the dolls that were in the top of my “extra” bedroom closet. I always meant to find which little Cinderella was missing her shoes, but I never did and now those boxed dolls are with all my other dolls in storage.
I am acutely aware every day that my dolls and my two most precious stuffed animals (Dr. Neil and First) are NOT IN MY HOUSE. I’ll be glad when they’re back home. Things will be a lot more normal by that point.
We didn’t totally ignore Christmas. There were stockings and little things (gift cards are small!). And it wouldn’t be Christmas if I didn’t receive a doll. This new Cleo De Nile from Tom is the only one in the house. Even my little action figure Edward who was left behind is now safely in storage with the other action figures. Cleo has no idea she has a whole family who will descend on her in a few months.
The base of my mother’s china cabinet the Monsters used to hang out on was ruined in the flood, but we saved the upper half. Once we can replace our furniture, we’ll find a new lower half.
Not sure if the dolls will go there again. I’ve been looking for better options, because these kids can sure attract the dust, and cleaning them takes a lot of time. We’ll see.
I’m reluctant to post the photo below because it shows my fashion queen Anna Wintour with Harvey Weinstein at a Marchesa (fashion line of Weinstein’s estranged wife, Georgina Chapman) runway show. So I’ll say up front that it sounds like Weinstein is a pig who enjoyed a lot of success in the entertainment industry because his company has made some amazing movies with stellar talent. But he apparently used his success and power in a piglike way to sexually harass, belittle, assault, demean, and torment women. This is not new behavior, nor is it confined to the so-called Hollywood “casting couch.” It’s just that his are the accusers who have begun stepping forward–and that takes real courage–and now everyone who was ever in the same city as him feels that they must denounce him even as they say they were unaware of his piglike behavior, because boy, do humans flee the flames when a star begins his fiery descent to the pit of publicity hell to be finished off on a spit.
(Also, I’m sorry to insult pigs, who I happen to admire in a way I could never admire Weinstein, and I don’t like to see them on spits.)
All that being said, observe Miss Wintour, below. Do you like her dress?
Did you like its reverse colors in November 2009 when it was designed by Becks?
Looks like we are both crafty women. But she accessorizes better. My Anna Wintour needed those boots.
P.S. If you click on the link to my November 2009 post, you’ll see my soldiers in a nod to today being National Coming Out Day.
I tried to find info on this mural online. No luck. It’s behind Charles Beverage on White Oak Drive in the Heights. Their lot is extra parking for Onion Creek Coffee House, Bar & Lounge. In fact, I used that lot for parking at our last Pup Crawl, and I’m lucky I didn’t get towed. Maybe I was surrounded by Jacob Energy. =)
ETA: Another mural led me to the muralist! The artist is Nicky Davis, and this is actually titled COYOTE. Sorry, Jacob, the wolves did not give me good parking fu. It was the coyote. –bc August 13, 2017
I’m not sure if I ever shared this great little sign Marika sent me a while back. Every Southern girl–even little Southern Monsters–knows that this phrase has many, many meanings. It’s all in which tone of “sweet” voice is used.