Thursday, January 18, 2018

Sally Draper's Pillow Cases


Sally has had a difficult time adjusting to the arrival of her new little brother. We see here in Season 3, Episode 6 that she now has her own room. It's painted pink and she has some lovely sheets decorated with yellow rosebuds. Definitely a girly room.


Something was strangely familiar about those pillow cases! As you can see, I have an identical set. I don't remember if sheets came along with them when I was a newlywed, these linens moved in along with my husband. I peeked at the label expecting to see a worn and faded one, but right there, bright and clear were the words J.C. Penney. Which means Betty Draper as well as my mother-in-law shopped at JCP. It seems reasonable that my MiL bought things for the house at Penney's, there wasn't much else for shopping in northeastern South Dakota in the 1960's. I would have guessed Betty for more of a Bloomingdale's or Macy's sort of gal. One thing I know for sure, though. I own a set of antique pillow cases. Maybe just vintage. Around here, they're just the spares.  

Monday, January 15, 2018

The Ides of January


Welcoming our California girl with fresh snow!


Dining room with a view.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Irony

For the last three days I've been thinking I really ought to trim my fingernails. To preserve them from breakage while doing carpentry sort of tasks. Like tearing out a weird 2x4 frame to pretty up the area around the furnace room. And assembling a couple of cute cabinets for bathroom storage to go in that space. And figuring out how to put the louvered bi-fold doors up to hide the furnace and water heater, but allowing access to storage space and changing the furnace filter. But all I did was think about it. At the end of working each day, it seemed more necessary to find a beer or a glass of wine and some food, followed by relocating to my big, comfy chair and some Mad Men


As you can see, the thumbnails survived quite nicely.


As did the other four nails on my left hand.


My right hand, however, is a different story. The nails survived the heavy work only for me to break off the ring finger nail while making my bed this morning. This nail survived handling power tools and lumber! And snapped under the stress of picking up a pillow! It's time to make the other nine match, I suppose. Might even improve my typing skills. One can hope.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Talent Show Fail

In the name of all that is holy, why would a person with zero musical talent treat abuse his social media friends with a near half hour video of himself playing a juice harp along with recorded music?* This is an example of an exponential selfie. On steroids. If natural ability could be expressed as a body part, this video would be showcasing dysmorphia incarnate. All I have to say is, any person who has employed a BeDazzler or created a Cake Wreck or used a hot glue gun in shame has now been exonerated for fashioning something hideous. Every last one of you is absolved. You have been bested, or more appropriately, worsted. And I mean that in the best possible way.

*In the interest of conveying benefit of the doubt, I at first considered that he may have posted the video as something funny. With further consideration, I dispensed with this theory upon remembering that he does not have a sense of humor. I will confess that I snortlaughed through the couple of contiguous minutes that I watched in disbelief.

Friday, January 5, 2018