Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday afternoon I spent with my friend Deb.
Here are photos from her garden:
Seed stalk of crown imperial. I like the shape. Sort of Dr. Seussian.
Another peony bush. With a shade she rigged to protect them from the sun. Can you tell she loves her peonies? LOL
Big red poppy
Abandonded sparrow nest
Her husband's favorite chicken. Because, as he says, she's smarter than the others, more curious about things, and has a more refined comb on her head. LOL Apparently if this chicken is in the fenced enclosure in the yard and decides to lay an egg, she'll fly back to the coop, lay it, and then wander around until told to come back inside. None of the others will take care of business on their own like that.
Saturday I went to Geneva to buy some apples and oranges
The owner asked me to come outside to look at something.
He pulled down a hanging basket of impatiens, and showed me what was in there.
He didn't know whether that had just appeared in the 2 weeks since he'd bought it, or whether the plant had come with it. Wanted to know if I thought he should water the plant or not, in case it WAS recent and watering would bother the mother bird. And what if it came with the plant? Was there some poor bird at the garden supply store frantic because her nest had been sold and carted away?
I told him I thought he should water it anyway carefully around the edges with a watering can and if she didn't come back, he could make a very small omelet. LOL
and then went to check out the Goodwill next door. It turned out they had a half off one-day sale going on.
About buying used clothes, seriously, why would I ever WANT to pay full price for something? I started shopping at thrift stores when I was losing the weight, zooming down through sizes so fast it didn't make sense to pay for new things. I became so accustomed to it that I never buy new stuff anymore, except underwear. I get major sticker shock at malls, etc.
And you have so much more variety at a thrift store. There are all kinds of colors, styles, textures, etc. You can come up with totally unique outfits. You're not stuck with whatever palette the fashion industry decided they're using this season.
And in case you didn't know, they actually DO decide ahead of time what colors they'll offer us.
Three hours later I emerged, having spent $24. I got 2 white blouses, 5 skirts (including one of beaded silk and a wool custom-made kilt), a couple of tank tops, and a couple of workout tops.
Here's one of the skirts I got, originally marked $2.99 so I got it for $1.50. LOL
(mine is labeled size 10)
I have to say that buying used clothes sure immunizes one against worrying about the size number on the label. Almost nothing is standard between modern manufacturers, let alone between the decades that different clothes come from. In my haul from yesterday I think I had everything from size "L" and "12" down to "P/S" and "8." On any given day I can have on things that are recent or 20 years old, labeled "6" or "14." You just have to try everything on.
I'm slowly getting to the point that I can start to hold something up and guesstimate whether it'll fit.
But to find out whether it's flattering or not I have to try it on. And I'm finding that there are some styles that I like on the hanger but I don't like on me. For example, I like skirts with a fitted yoke and pleats, but they just make me look like a box. Straight skirts, pencil skirts, things like that, while completely unexciting from a tailoring perspective, are much more flattering on me. They accentuate my shape, rather than detracting from it.
I also can't wear very short skirts because of the loose skin on my legs. Things that hit the knee look good. Things that hit the widest point of my calf do not.
Hanger space in my closet is at a premium. If I don't think I'll actually wear it I just don't get it. This is a far cry from how I used to shop when I was almost 350 lbs. At that point practically the only criterion was whether or not it actually went ON.