Grey winters day
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I was feeling inspired by the snowstorm we had yesterday so I thought I'd
go for a drive and take a few pictures. All images were taken in Seabrook,
NH ...
11 years ago
Showing posts with label clothing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clothing. Show all posts
Monday, March 5, 2012
Hula-gen Family Fun Fact #3710
Hula's mother is quite the seamstress and made many of her children's outfits when the Hula-gen's were growing up, which came in very handy when Hula saw an outfit in a magazine or on TV that she wanted. But it also resulted in a few creations like this late 1970's beauty that Handy Man is stylin'.
The Hula-gen's learned early in life that wearing couture requires great personal bravery. After all, it takes a lot of confidence to wear red pearl snaps.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Winter Schminter
See this? 
This is what I wore to work today. White pants AND white sandals. Spring may still be two days away, but I’m officially declaring winter over. Done. Dead as a doornail. Flat as a flitter. Gone like the wind. I’m breaking up with him, and he can have his ring back. I’ve had enough and I’m not going to take it anymore. I don’t care about your white shoes before Memorial Day rule or that whole white pants are only for summer nonsense. I’m done with the coats, gloves and black pants. I’m ready to move on, dang it. I don’t care what the calendar says. Calendar Schmalendar. Calendars are for rule followers. I like to color outside the lines, thank you very much, so I’m declaring today the start of spring. Um, just don’t tell anyone I had to run the heater a little in the car on the way to work this morning.
This is what I wore to work today. White pants AND white sandals. Spring may still be two days away, but I’m officially declaring winter over. Done. Dead as a doornail. Flat as a flitter. Gone like the wind. I’m breaking up with him, and he can have his ring back. I’ve had enough and I’m not going to take it anymore. I don’t care about your white shoes before Memorial Day rule or that whole white pants are only for summer nonsense. I’m done with the coats, gloves and black pants. I’m ready to move on, dang it. I don’t care what the calendar says. Calendar Schmalendar. Calendars are for rule followers. I like to color outside the lines, thank you very much, so I’m declaring today the start of spring. Um, just don’t tell anyone I had to run the heater a little in the car on the way to work this morning.Friday, January 9, 2009
The Transition to Becoming my Mother is Almost Complete
When I was a kid I used to think it was strange that my mother couldn't always remember how old she was or what year it was. I used to test her. I would walk up to her and ask her how long she and daddy had been married or how old grandma was and just LAUGH while she scratched her head and fumbled for an answer. Now that I'm middle aged that crap isn't so funny.
These are the shirts I put on this morning and wore to work. 
I love these shirts. The purple thing is a little cropped jacket that is oh so comfortable and yet fashionable. (I think.) The turtleneck is just loose enough to keep from choking me and cost only $4.98. Can I get an amen on THAT? Yessiree, I was feeling pretty good about my clothing selection until I got to work and realized....I had already worn those shirts to work this week...together...just like this. My Friday look is the same as my Tuesday look. Granted, they were washed, but still. I try to dress for success and not repeat between Monday and Friday at work. I've NEVER repeated my work clothes. Ever. Now, I'm not bothered by the fact that I actually wore the same thing twice this week. I'm just embarrassed that I didn't REMEMBER this morning that I had already worn this to work...and that I can't remember what I wore Monday. Or Wednesday. Or that when asked earlier this week the date of Hubby's birthday, I had to stop and think about it. Please don't tell my mother.
I love these shirts. The purple thing is a little cropped jacket that is oh so comfortable and yet fashionable. (I think.) The turtleneck is just loose enough to keep from choking me and cost only $4.98. Can I get an amen on THAT? Yessiree, I was feeling pretty good about my clothing selection until I got to work and realized....I had already worn those shirts to work this week...together...just like this. My Friday look is the same as my Tuesday look. Granted, they were washed, but still. I try to dress for success and not repeat between Monday and Friday at work. I've NEVER repeated my work clothes. Ever. Now, I'm not bothered by the fact that I actually wore the same thing twice this week. I'm just embarrassed that I didn't REMEMBER this morning that I had already worn this to work...and that I can't remember what I wore Monday. Or Wednesday. Or that when asked earlier this week the date of Hubby's birthday, I had to stop and think about it. Please don't tell my mother.Thursday, October 23, 2008
Crimes of Fashion
I have a confession. I’m afraid I’ll lose all sense of fashion when I get old. Not that I’m any great fashionista now, but I do manage to get out of the house without embarrassing myself or my family. I think. I asked, but I’m still not sure.
It all started the other night when Hubby and I were packing some clothing for a family member who was in the hospital. He picked up a purse belonging to said family member, wrinkled his nose and asked, “Would you carry THIS?” I glanced over my shoulder and said, “Not even if I was old.” And since “old” isn’t as far off as it used to be I added, “Hey, when we get old, if I ever leave the house in something ridiculous, I want you to tell me.” His reply? A noncommittal “Mmm.”
“Mmm? What’s that mean? You will tell me, won’t you?”
“Um, probably not.”
“Why not?”
“Because I won’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“You mean you won’t want to cross me when I’m old and cranky.”
“Well, that too.”
I went back to shuffling through underwear, when it hit me. What if I leave the house NOW in bad outfits? Surely not. Or could I already be in the Bjork zone and not know it? I didn’t want to ask, but I had to ask, and after a few seconds I worked up the nerve.
“Hey, I don’t wear anything stupid now, do I?”
“Hmm. I don’t think so.”
“You don’t THINK so? What does that mean? Either I do or I don’t. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard to appear young, but I don’t want to dress like my grandma either.”
“No, I think you’re fine. I can’t think of anything goofy you’ve worn, except that parrothead stuff you wear to parties.”
Whew. “Okay, that doesn’t count, but I really want to know if I wear something out of bounds.”
“Mmm.”
So, you see, I didn’t get a firm commitment, so I’m looking to my friends for a little help. If at any time I put something like this
on my feet, I want you to steal my shoes and throw them away.
Same goes for the holiday sweatshirt
With dangly Christmas earrings.
And don’t let me wear the polyester pants with an elastic waistband
if I am fully capable of buttoning my pants and have full control of my bladder.
For the love of Moses, don’t let me carry this.
And if you ever see me out in public with a bingo bag,
call 911 and have me locked up because I deserve to go to jail.
You will tell me, won’t you? And do you think I should go ahead and bring that high waisted pants thing to Hubby’s attention? Or just continue to go mmmm when he asks if those brown pants fit okay?
It all started the other night when Hubby and I were packing some clothing for a family member who was in the hospital. He picked up a purse belonging to said family member, wrinkled his nose and asked, “Would you carry THIS?” I glanced over my shoulder and said, “Not even if I was old.” And since “old” isn’t as far off as it used to be I added, “Hey, when we get old, if I ever leave the house in something ridiculous, I want you to tell me.” His reply? A noncommittal “Mmm.”
“Mmm? What’s that mean? You will tell me, won’t you?”
“Um, probably not.”
“Why not?”
“Because I won’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“You mean you won’t want to cross me when I’m old and cranky.”
“Well, that too.”
I went back to shuffling through underwear, when it hit me. What if I leave the house NOW in bad outfits? Surely not. Or could I already be in the Bjork zone and not know it? I didn’t want to ask, but I had to ask, and after a few seconds I worked up the nerve.
“Hey, I don’t wear anything stupid now, do I?”
“Hmm. I don’t think so.”
“You don’t THINK so? What does that mean? Either I do or I don’t. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard to appear young, but I don’t want to dress like my grandma either.”
“No, I think you’re fine. I can’t think of anything goofy you’ve worn, except that parrothead stuff you wear to parties.”
Whew. “Okay, that doesn’t count, but I really want to know if I wear something out of bounds.”
“Mmm.”
So, you see, I didn’t get a firm commitment, so I’m looking to my friends for a little help. If at any time I put something like this
on my feet, I want you to steal my shoes and throw them away.Same goes for the holiday sweatshirt
With dangly Christmas earrings.
And don’t let me wear the polyester pants with an elastic waistband
if I am fully capable of buttoning my pants and have full control of my bladder.For the love of Moses, don’t let me carry this.
And if you ever see me out in public with a bingo bag,
call 911 and have me locked up because I deserve to go to jail.You will tell me, won’t you? And do you think I should go ahead and bring that high waisted pants thing to Hubby’s attention? Or just continue to go mmmm when he asks if those brown pants fit okay?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The Mommy Chronicles
The pregnancy post yesterday made me think a lot about how our appearance is affected by motherhood. Pregnancy changes your body in ways that can never be fully reversed, but the day to day stuff that comes with motherhood changes it, too. You just don’t have time to doll yourself up like you used to. Rushing to get everyone dressed and out the door reasonably on time means sacrificing a check in the mirror to make sure everything is okay and in place. This has resulted in fashion disasters over the years.
For the first two years of my daughter’s life, my work suits all had a big spit ring on the left shoulder from cuddling a slobbering baby before work. My solution? Slapping a big dressy pin over the stain as I zipped into my cubicle. I’ve arrived at work wearing two different shoes. I showed up one time with a big hole in the calf of my black pantyhose. Very noticeable to everyone but me for oh, about four hours. One time my skirt was inside out, seams and tag visible to even the severely nearsighted. Recently, on two different occasions I’ve gone to the potty and discovered that I put my underwear on wrong side out that particular morning. That’s one you just live with until you get home. My most embarrassing moment happened right after I returned to work from maternity leave. I was still breast feeding, and I worked in a busy TV newsroom. During a particularly hectic afternoon I looked down and saw that in all my running around, I had jostled a breast pad out of my bra and into the floor, smack dab in the middle of the room for everyone to see. Breaking news! Nasty breast pad in the floor! I wanted to crawl under my desk. Hoping that no one was looking, I kicked it under a credenza that hadn’t been moved in 20 years, hoping it wouldn’t be moved for another 20. Ten years later I held my breath when we remodeled the newsroom, hoping it wouldn’t turn up. It didn’t. Thank God.
My mother’s most embarrassing “mommy fashion flub” still makes me laugh. It happened when I was about eleven. She left me and my two brothers in the car while she went into the grocery store. This was back when you could leave children in a hot car and be comfortable that they wouldn’t be kidnapped by some freak. We might have killed each other, but we were safe from marauding kidnappers in our small town. Besides, she just couldn’t shop with three rowdy kids. After she had paraded up and down just about every aisle in the busy store, a woman approached and said, “Honey, you have kids don’t you”. “Well, yes. Why do you ask?” “Because you have a sucker stuck to your butt”. There it was, dangling from her backside like a badge, screaming “mother of three” (soon to be two when she found out who it was). One of us had laid a barely eaten sucker on the seat of the car just before mom sat in the driver’s seat. She was steamed when she got back to the car, especially since none of us owned up to it. Sucker? What sucker? I didn’t have a sucker? Did you? Nope. No sucker here. Through gritted teeth, she issued one of those mommy voodoo curses, “Just wait ‘til you have kids some day”. It worked.
For the first two years of my daughter’s life, my work suits all had a big spit ring on the left shoulder from cuddling a slobbering baby before work. My solution? Slapping a big dressy pin over the stain as I zipped into my cubicle. I’ve arrived at work wearing two different shoes. I showed up one time with a big hole in the calf of my black pantyhose. Very noticeable to everyone but me for oh, about four hours. One time my skirt was inside out, seams and tag visible to even the severely nearsighted. Recently, on two different occasions I’ve gone to the potty and discovered that I put my underwear on wrong side out that particular morning. That’s one you just live with until you get home. My most embarrassing moment happened right after I returned to work from maternity leave. I was still breast feeding, and I worked in a busy TV newsroom. During a particularly hectic afternoon I looked down and saw that in all my running around, I had jostled a breast pad out of my bra and into the floor, smack dab in the middle of the room for everyone to see. Breaking news! Nasty breast pad in the floor! I wanted to crawl under my desk. Hoping that no one was looking, I kicked it under a credenza that hadn’t been moved in 20 years, hoping it wouldn’t be moved for another 20. Ten years later I held my breath when we remodeled the newsroom, hoping it wouldn’t turn up. It didn’t. Thank God.
My mother’s most embarrassing “mommy fashion flub” still makes me laugh. It happened when I was about eleven. She left me and my two brothers in the car while she went into the grocery store. This was back when you could leave children in a hot car and be comfortable that they wouldn’t be kidnapped by some freak. We might have killed each other, but we were safe from marauding kidnappers in our small town. Besides, she just couldn’t shop with three rowdy kids. After she had paraded up and down just about every aisle in the busy store, a woman approached and said, “Honey, you have kids don’t you”. “Well, yes. Why do you ask?” “Because you have a sucker stuck to your butt”. There it was, dangling from her backside like a badge, screaming “mother of three” (soon to be two when she found out who it was). One of us had laid a barely eaten sucker on the seat of the car just before mom sat in the driver’s seat. She was steamed when she got back to the car, especially since none of us owned up to it. Sucker? What sucker? I didn’t have a sucker? Did you? Nope. No sucker here. Through gritted teeth, she issued one of those mommy voodoo curses, “Just wait ‘til you have kids some day”. It worked.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Fun Monday Clothes You Can't Part With
*Update: Thanks to all who opened up their closets and played along today. It was most fun. We still need a host for next week, so let me know asap if you're interested.
Welcome to this week's Fun Monday. It's my first time hosting, so if I screw this up please let me know so I can fix it. My assignment for you this week was to show us those pieces of clothing you just can't part with, whether you wear them or not. It might be your grandma's vintage wedding dress, a jacket from high school, a t-shirt from an old boyfriend or those jeans you hope to get back into some day. It could be anything. Most of us have something like that we can't seem to throw away. Here are my items and below that are the links for everyone participating in Fun Monday. If I've left someone out, give me a shout. Check out everyone's website and enjoy.......and thanks for participating! If anyone wants to host next week, please let me know.
I have several items I can't seem to get rid of. There's the old flannel shirt of my mom's that I took to college and curled up in when I had the flu and had to nurse myself back to health without my mama for the first time. There are several concert t-shirts, the oldest of which is an REO Speedwagon shirt from 1982, and there is a pair of jeans from college that once every few years I manage to squeeze back into...and then out of. I have a cameo ring my great aunt gave me before she died, and a rhinestone snowflake pin of my mom's that's about forty years old.
Most of the special items in my closet are things that mark a special time in my life. Like this t-shirt from high school.
It's from my junior year before we moved into a new consolidated high school and thought resurrecting the pep club would be a fun thing to do. It was. Then there's this shirt I got in college when our intramural volleyball team won the championship title in the 1984-85 season.
I think it's special because it's the only time I ever really felt athletic. I also have these from college. I'll pause until you quit giggling.
These are the tights from my pom pon squad outfit. Our mascot was a horse, so we had horseshoes on our bottom that flashed to the audience when our skirts twirled. I know. I know. I'll pause for more giggling. And can I just say I was a little dismayed when I cropped this picture and realized that I took it at such an angle as to make these little drawers look really big. They look like granny panties in this photo. Ack! This t-shirt was from the late 80's when I played on the softball team for the radio stations at which I worked.
(I'll be glad when I figure out out to use the blur tool on Photoshop.) It's from a time when I felt decidedly nonathletic. My number was 00 and that pretty much states my softball abilities. I had a great time though. We played a lot of games for charity. And finally, this collection wouldn't be complete without showing you my wedding dress. It's sealed in a special box that I can't open, so a picture will have to do. Remember, this was 1990 so prepare yourself for some big hair and a really big dress.
I told you it was big. I loved this dress....all 29,016 ruffles. I felt like a princess walking down the aisle, although it was terribly heavy. It seems pretty frou frou compared to today's dresses. I can't imagine Teen Angel wanting to wear it when she gets married, but I'm keeping it around just in case big ruffles come back in style.
It's from my junior year before we moved into a new consolidated high school and thought resurrecting the pep club would be a fun thing to do. It was. Then there's this shirt I got in college when our intramural volleyball team won the championship title in the 1984-85 season.
I think it's special because it's the only time I ever really felt athletic. I also have these from college. I'll pause until you quit giggling.These are the tights from my pom pon squad outfit. Our mascot was a horse, so we had horseshoes on our bottom that flashed to the audience when our skirts twirled. I know. I know. I'll pause for more giggling. And can I just say I was a little dismayed when I cropped this picture and realized that I took it at such an angle as to make these little drawers look really big. They look like granny panties in this photo. Ack! This t-shirt was from the late 80's when I played on the softball team for the radio stations at which I worked.
(I'll be glad when I figure out out to use the blur tool on Photoshop.) It's from a time when I felt decidedly nonathletic. My number was 00 and that pretty much states my softball abilities. I had a great time though. We played a lot of games for charity. And finally, this collection wouldn't be complete without showing you my wedding dress. It's sealed in a special box that I can't open, so a picture will have to do. Remember, this was 1990 so prepare yourself for some big hair and a really big dress.I told you it was big. I loved this dress....all 29,016 ruffles. I felt like a princess walking down the aisle, although it was terribly heavy. It seems pretty frou frou compared to today's dresses. I can't imagine Teen Angel wanting to wear it when she gets married, but I'm keeping it around just in case big ruffles come back in style.That's all of my stuff today, so head on over to all these great websites and see what's in their closets!
3. lisa marie
4. gattina
5. hootin' anni
6. faye
7. chrisb
8. janjanmom
9. beckie
10. karisma
11. cruisemom
12. olive
13. mama speak
14. robinella
15. storyteller
16. Jan
17. Grace
18. mia
20. nikki
22. karina
23. heather
25. cori g
26. molly
28. Rose
29. Swampy
30. daddy d
31. mamalang
32. baba's blog
33. grand life
34. min
35. sayre
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The Next Fun Monday-Your Assignment
Okay folks, I’m hosting Fun Monday next week (June 23). I can’t wait because I used to be a journalist you know, and I love prying information out of people...and I’m really nosey….ridiculously nosey. After much thought and consideration I’ve come up with the following topic….clothing…specifically clothing you can’t get rid of. We all have at least one or two items of clothing that we can’t part with, even if we can’t or don’t wear them. I want to know about yours. Show us if you have pictures or describe it in detail. Model it for us if you dare. Nothing naughty please-we don’t want to see your backside (or your front side) in that thong you foolishly bought in Cancun on vacation. Is it your old FFA jacket from high school (which my husband has)? A Grateful Dead concert t-shirt from 1978? A shirt from an old lover or that size *&! pair of jeans you hope you get into again one day? Or maybe the really large pair of jeans you wore before you lost 100 pounds or your grandma’s vintage wedding dress. Dig around in your closets and find something you want to share with us Monday. I can’t wait to see and hear about your choices.If you want to be a part of this little luau, please comment in this post, and I’ll add you to the guest list.
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