Snowless Winter

So we have no snow.  I mean NO snow—not a bit of it.  Here we are in upstate New York looking out our windows at dried grass.  It’s unbelievable.  We usually head into the winter season with a bit of trepidation.  How long will winter last?  How much snow will we have to deal with?  How many storms will we have to suffer through?  Are the shovels in good shape?  Should we give in and buy a snowblower?  Should we cover the bushes so they don’t get smashed by the snow from the neighbor’s snowblower? (Like the poor little lilacs did last year.)  But, I repeat—we have no snow.  Even if we got clobbered now—it can’t possibly be a bad winter.  It’s February 8^th, for Pete’s sake! 

There have been no days when you wake up, look out the window and see several inches of snow coating the trees, yards, cars, and driveways.  The usual winter snow removal noises are absent also.  No plows roaring up and down the streets, no scraping shovels, no small-engine machines whirring away, throwing arcs of snow high into the air.  No sound of neighbors’ voices shouting things like, “Hey, how ‘bout all this snow?  I’m sick of it—we’ve had enough!” 

 

Before you know it, the spring bulbs will have pushed their way up out of the earth and the trees will start budding.  The grass will go from tan to green and winter will be officially over. 

There is a down side to this moderate and mostly snow-free winter, however.   The bugs may be ferocious this spring and summer and there might be more plant diseases wreaking havoc in our gardens.  Those things aren’t good.  But on the other hand, it’s been of great comfort to walk confidently down the driveway with no fear of slipping on the snow and ice and breaking an arm or some other body part! Yeah, it's been a great snowless winter.

This is what winter looked like from a back window LAST year.

Comfort Dresses - continued

Maybe those dresses aren’t so comfortable after all—take a look at the expression on this poor woman’s face!  (Anna S. rightly points out that they were probably wearing corsets and hoops....)

 

Here are a few other pics to amaze and horrify my children, nieces and nephews:

Wow--now there's an attractive dress!

Comfort Dresses

I was looking through our old family pictures today and stumbled upon these—

Some days (when all your pants feel too tight) don’t you wish this style would make a comeback? 

Tussle Free Turkey

My last victim.  He was fully thawed when I cut him out of the plastic.  What a difference that made!   No need for boiling water or wrangling and tugging--it was a piece of cake getting the “innards” and the neck out.   I think he was happier too!  He’d be smiling if he still had a head, I’m sure.  

                       

A Trip to Marshalls

Some people get paid to plug certain products or companies on their blogs.  Maybe one blessed day that will happen to me!  But for now it doesn’t matter what I say about any product, no one’s giving me one thin dime.  Sigh.  But anyway—I want to talk about a wonderful place, stipend or not, by the name of Marshalls.  Yes, the store.  The Marshalls in our town has a Home Goods section.  Together, they can lift the average shopper from her humdrum existence into a special, happy place.   They have shoes—interesting ones.  They have unusual food and coffee supplies.  They have some wonderful, inexpensive decorator pillows.  They have deeply discounted not your run-of-the-mill clothes.  They have fun dishware and picture frames and odd decorative items for your home.  Do you need some sheets or a bedspread?  They’ve got them.  How about a storage basket (with a lid)?  Yep—there are several styles to choose from.  Socks?—of course.  But what if you want a big, huge picture or mirror to hang on the living room wall?  Don’t be silly, there are aisles of them.  What are those big things hanging on racks against the back wall?  Duh—they’re obviously room-sized rugs.  Do they carry undergarments?   Yes.  Kids’ stuff?  Yes.  Dog beds?  Aye.  Dog toys and dishes?  Si, senorita.  Perfumes?  Oui.  Coats?  Ja. 

Today I stopped at Marshalls for two items.  Coffee and dog toys.  To my shock, the coffee supply was the smallest I’ve ever seen.  Definitely an anomaly.  But there were plenty of dog toys.  And because yesterday, Cambridge had been reduced to playing with a potato, a couple of toys seemed like a reasonable purchase.  But first the shoes had to been perused.  A nice pair of loafers to wear with jeans would be great.  Up and down the aisles I went, checking out one pair of cute shoes after another.  There were a bunch of ‘em, that’s for sure.  The right loafers didn’t appear, but some Minnetonka moccasins did.  I tried them on and walked around the store, contemplating  their purchase.  Ultimately I decided I could live without them and wandered over to the food section.  Granola, jams, chocolate, tea, cookies, and a plethora of other yummy things met my eyes.  Well, what was this?  A bag of bittersweet Swiss chocolate to melt for fondue?  Oh look, it found its way right into my hand!  Isn’t it wonderful that dark chocolate is good for your health? 

Walking past the dishware section, the thought came to mind that we needed a couple of bowls.  It’s been hard to find the right size for making microwave oatmeal.  The oatmeal overflows the sides as it’s cooking in the small bowls.  A bowl that’s too big is hard to eat from after the oatmeal is cooked.  But hey-ho!  There on the shelf were some bowls that looked to be just the right size!  (Kind of reminds you  of Goldilocks, doesn’t it?)  Two would do nicely.

On to doggie world.  Hmmmm, Cambridge needs a new ball.  Preferably one made of iron, so he can’t shred it a minute and a half.  OK, there weren’t any iron balls, but there were some that looked like they might withstand his mighty jaws for a day or two.  One package held two tennis balls “featuring a burst of mint to freshen your dog’s breath while you play fetch”—uh-huh—I won’t hold my breath on that one.  Well, actually, holding my breath might be a good idea….

Now it was time to look at pillows, wander through the clothes, and check out the perfumes.  I stopped at the swimsuits long enough for a tremendously unappetizing image of myself trying one on in the fitting room formed in my mind.  Note to self:  Eat wisely these winter months, they fly by oh too quickly….

Back in the housewares section, I found a clear container perfect for storing The Man’s walnuts. (Omega 3, you know-- Yeah, we’re all about healthy eating! sometimes)

Oh, I forgot about the furniture.  I’d buy one of their upholstered pieces for sure.  They have pretty good stuff most of the time.  The wooden furniture is more useful for inspiration.  A cute little red side table caught my eye today.  I wouldn’t buy it for $139, but I would pick up a piece like it for $10 at someone’s garage sale and paint it red!    

So much to see and think about when you're in Marshalls.  What a great store. 

Today's booty!

On Bangs

Bangs--I’m talking about the hair that sprouts from the top of your forehead and will cover your face unless you cut them or push them to the sides of your head.   Getting them “right” can be difficult.  There have been many prominent bang styles over the years.  Females have worn them really short, really long, swept to the side, feathered, heavy  (think Cleopatra), and light and wispy.  Sometimes the bangs “of the moment” are to be worn straight and flat against your forehead while at other times curled bangs rule the day.  

How many tears have been shed over mangled bangs?  Enough to fill the sea, surely.  If the current style is long, and good old Mom goes a little too short---warning-- the first glimpse in the mirror will result in an explosive crying fit!  There’s not much you can do to remedy that kind of calamity.  Being treated to the comment, “They’ll grow out,” really just doesn’t cut it at the time. 

  

You would think no one but a trained specialist could create attractive (and straight) bangs.   One of the most popular techniques of my youth involved laying tape across the bangs before proceeding with the scissors.  The theory was that the edge of the tape would form a guide which would make cutting a straight line a snap.  Ha.  Guess what?  For this technique to work, the operator had to be able to apply the tape in a straight line first.   Apparently not an easy feat.

No matter what kind you wore, there’d come a time when you’d tire of your bangs.  Then you’d be faced with the long, uncomfortable growing out phase.  What a nightmare.  You’d  try to push them over to the side, but they would have none of that.  They wanted to lay right back where they were.  So you’d go for the barrettes.  Does anything look more awkward than little barrettes an inch from your center part line holding  back the top of the bangs when  the bottom of the bangs are still trying to crowd back onto your face?  I think not.   It was a big day when you could finally tuck those puppies behind your ears! 

These are all memories of times long gone.  I’m not a kid anymore desperately hoping to avoid ghastly Frankenstein bangs when facing a home trim.   I’m actually pretty good at self-trimming at this point.  (Incentive to improve:  being able to avoid running  to the hairdresser between regular haircuts.)  But now my bangs have a job to do.   They have become the curtain that shields an aging forehead from the gaze of curious onlookers.  There are new hazards to trimming your bangs at my age.  The other morning I was trying to snip into the bottom of the bangs to give them  a little texture when I suddenly felt eyelid pain.  The sad but true fact is, I’d caught a little skin with the end of the scissors.  Don’t know if that would have happened a few years ago.  I’d like to believe the injury was related to the fact that texturizing can be a complicated and risky procedure, not because the skin covering my eyeballs has decided it no longer needs to stay closely connected to the eyeball region, but can lollygag around and "play chicken" with the scissors.