Party Frocks

The Christmas party season is upon us, and I’ve been scouring the local consignment and thrift stores for a dress to wear (I rarely buy anything new any more, especially if it’s a dress I’m only going to wear a couple of times). My search has turned up dozens of party frocks from the 1980s, with their exaggerated shoulder pads and their ten pounds of sequins. In spite of myself, I can’t help but love them. How can dresses like this not make you smile:

However I was looking for something more in the style of the late 40s or early 50s, and I think I’ve found it. I’m still building the outfit but I’ll post photos when it’s all together.

In spite of my advancing age, I still sometimes feel like I’m that little girl playing dress-up in my mother’s bedroom.

 

 

 

 

 

Bone Soup

I love the children’s story The Stone Soup, in which a delicious soup is made thanks to a trickster, a pot, some water and a stone.

Photo from: http://www.closetcooking.com/2008/01/split-pea-soup.html

In my case this week-end, it was bone soup. Not only did I have a nice ham bone crying out to be used for soup, but I also had three chicken carcasses in the freezer that needed to be used up.

First I made a big pot of Italian chicken soup (roasting and adding some tomatoes I found at the back of the crisper gave it an extra boost of flavour). Next I cut off some of the ham from the bone (the meat will be used in a rice or pasta dish later this week) and threw the bone in a pot with all the regular fixings to make split pea soup.

That, along with some energy bars I made and some cheese bread Joe baked means we’ll have lots of ready-made food to keep us going this week. I love it when I’m organized enough to have a cooking day on the week-end. Makes life so much easier for the next several days.

Bobble-ishous Ted

Clever! Ted (the living, breathing one and the cuter one of the two) happens to be a good friend of mine. I see he’s been running a contest where people can send in their description of where they’d take Bobblehead Ted. Here’s my list:

If I were to receive a Bobblehead Ted I pledge to take him to Italy with me next year. Together we’d have great fun exploring the canals of Venice, the Blue Grotto at Capri, the ancient sites in Rome, and the glorious galleries of Florence. I’d even make sure he saw the REAL David, and not the fake one in the Piazza della Signoria.

If I were to receive a Bobblehead Ted I pledge to take him on my next Camino with me. I wouldn’t even make him walk…he could just sit on my back and enjoy the ride. One caveat: I’d have to restrict his intake of Spanish wine somewhat for fear he’d topple out of my pack and be lost to the Camino gods forever (hey Bobblehead, I’m just looking out for your welfare).

If I were to receive a Bobblehead Ted I pledge to take him to Sibelius Park in Toronto and tell him stories about ‘the good old days’ when his namesake and I used to lie there and watch the stars at night.

If I were to receive a Bobblehead Ted I pledge to bring him back to the East Coast at least once so he could get reaquainted with his heritage and dip his toe into the Atlantic Ocean. Just imagine the joyous and emotional reunion there would be between Bobblehead and On the Go Ted!

And finally, if I were to receive a Bobblehead Ted I pledge to keep him happy by stocking my shelves and cupboards with all his necessities: an endless supply of single malt, an extensive vintage vinyl collection, and DVDs of all his favourite movies, including Clockwork OrangeTo Kill a Mockingbird, and Casablanca. I’d even dig up an old copy of The Creature from the Black Lagoon, the 3-D version.

So Bobblehead, Bobblehead, please come live with me. I think it could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Alive and Well

Yes, I realize I have been neglecting this blog terribly over the last several weeks. First it was The Sole Project, then my trip to Vancouver, and then a week in Nova Scotia. But that’s all behind me now and I’m back in the saddle.

My brother's dog Princess. She has no teeth, so there's nothing to keep her tongue in her mouth.

 

I'm cringing as I post this photo since it's such a horrible one of me (honest to God my thighs aren't that big in real life!) but I'm hoping your eyes will be drawn instead to the beautiful fall colours. The people beside me are my oldest brother and his youngest son.