A complete rollercoaster. Every emotion from A to B & everything in between. Let me walk you through it in Numbered Points:
1. I started out with yet another Sumptuously Steaming Bowl of Organic Chicken Thigh Soup. Talk about Chicken Thighs for the Soul!
And as a final touch before serving, I sliced a half an avocado into it. Talk about Innovation. Who would have thought that Avocados & Chicken Thigh Soup would wind up in the same Venn Diagram? But perhaps people have been throwing avocadoes or even hurling them into soup for decades, nay, centuries, & I never noticed?
2. While slurping soup, I watched the last 50 minutes or so of 'The Proposal' with Sandra Bullock & Ryan Reynolds. There was Absolutely No Need to watch the first part of the film, in fact there was Absolutely No Need to watch any of it, although I did find myself crying when Sandra said after being smothered by Ryan's wacky granny, Betty White, how she had forgotten what it meant to be part of a family.
2(b) I do love a Good Cry, particularly if I'm crying about something that hasn't happened to me, or in fact hasn't happened to anybody. Like a movie or a TV show. e.g 'Doc Martin', my Show of Shows. I burst into tears every time 'The Doc' calls Louisa, 'Louisa'.
NO, I'm not menopausal.
3. After 'The Proposal' finished, which by the way I thought was a Triumph of Incongruous Casting - was Mary Steenbergen really old enough to be Sandra Bullock's Mother? Maybe it was a teenage pregnancy.....& Ryan Reynolds looked a little young for Sandra. But perhaps I'm stuck in Old Rigid Concepts, heaven forbid. Haven't I heard of The Cougar?
Anyway, After it finished, I watched 'Bednobs & Broomsticks' with Angela Lansbury & some Cockney Children. I totally loved the concept of sitting on a Brass Bed & then turning one of its knobs & going places like Fake London & was slightly peeved that I was no longer a child because I would enjoy it more, although as soon as they started to talk to cartoon characters like a monocled bird, I yawned & had to turn it off.
4. I then v. briefly tuned into a documentary about Elvis' Hangeroners. I'm not sure if that's the correct terminology. Perhaps Cronies would be be better. They were these rather unsavoury looking older gentlemen who were interviewed lined up at a bar drinking beer & doing a whole lot of nudge nudge wink wink stuff to each other about how much action they all got when they were with Elvis. I had to quickly turn it off. It was too awful.
What a nite. I now must hop into bed. But not before Bottom Lining you about these photos:
i. My official photographer has been unavailable for two weeks because she has been doing her HSC Trial Examinations. I have been forced to use Angelica, an enthusiastic Year 7 student who specialises in candid action shots. She thinks she's hilarious. And she'd be right.
ii. I'd so love to walk you through each outfit but I can't be bothered. Let me summarize: Mostly From 'Bednobs', the thrift shop not the movie. Two things were bought this week. They appear to be vintage. Like from a decade long ago. Like when slight batwing sleeves were popular. I can't remember when. Toy Golden Necklaces from a dead aviatrix from Thousand Oaks California who had a garage sale after she died & my Best Friend Marge bought them for me. Genuine Hermes scarf that I bought at 'Harrods' in London on sale for seventeen pounds when I briefly worked there as a clerical assistant in 1974. Genuine 'Ungaro' Diffusion Line horsy skirt bought at a market for five bucks. Coat camouflagesque. One other Golden Necklace that I made myself. Oh, I soo love being crafty!