Saturday, May 7, 2011

Meanwhile, In the Hall of Mirrors..

Watch While I Wrestle a Nasty Boa Constrictor.
It's Saturday Nite & for what seems like hours, I've been Unsatisfactorily Channel Surfing. I'm worn ragged from being tossed from One Lousy Show to the Next.
What, O What, am I doing watching 'I Own Britain's Best Home'?
FYI,  each week three Smugly Perky presenters walk us through three British Houses. Like a 300 year old Thatched Cottage with a massive Spa & Home Theatre in the middle of it or a Stately Ancestral home that's drowning in flock wallpaper & pelmets.    At the end of the show, viewers get to vote for their favourite house of the week which will compete in the final show of the season with all the other houses that have been voted for.
I sincerely hope I've explained all that to you clearly enough.
At least I'm not like my parents. When they were my age, they were sitting around in their lounge room sipping scotch & sodas, watching 'Wild Kingdom' & listening to Al Martino records.
I wonder if anyone remembers that show & that singer?
I hardly do. But  I remember that 'Wild Kingdom' was a sunday nite staple that seemed to go on & on for years & years. Like my Entire Childhood & Adolescence & Early Adulthood. As soon as I'd hear the presenter, Marlin Perkins say off camera, 'Watch while Jim (the other presenter) wrestles with this nasty boa constrictor,' I'd leave the room. 
From Beyond the Grave.
I'd do the same when they dragged out the Al Martino records. The only song of his I can remember was Mum's favourite - 'I Love You & Don't You Forget It'. She'd get Dad to play that song over & over. I had completely forgotten it  until the other day. I was trying on a fab Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress in the change room at 'Bednobs' & right at the moment when I looked at myself in the mirror, it came on the radio.
It was just like Mum was there only she wasn't.
I'm not sure if I believe in that sort of thing, although I do know that she would have loved the DVF Wrap Dress. So did I. So I bought it. You'll see it eventually if you bother hanging around long enough. But not until the next post at the v. earliest.
Not a Crime Against Noses.
Anyway, talking of Totally Fab & Wonderful Things, look look look at me above & below, fondling two beautiful gifts that I received from my great friend & colleague, Trixie Drew.
In case you were wondering, they are Both Candles, made by Cire Trudon, a 268 year old Candle Manufacturer who made candles for Marie-Antoinette who, incidentally is not one of my Role Models . Below, I'm holding a plain wax candle made in the shape of M-A. Of course I will never light it. I will just admire it.
But I've certainly lit the other candle. In fact, as I type, my olfactory glands are greedily soaking up  the gentle aroma of the wooden floors of the Hall of Mirrors at the Palais de Versailles
I kid you not. Who would have thought you could turn the smell of a room into a scented candle?
And the wonderful thing is, there isn't a hint of vanilla or cinnamon or perhaps pine or even the ocean in it, which I think are the most repellent smells that a scented candle can produce
. In fact, they are all Crimes Against Noses.

BTW, I'm wearing a recently thrifted 'Jaegar' Jacket that sadly is a bit big on the shoulders. Perhaps it is a relic from the eighties. I'm not sure, but I'm determined to wear it. I was sooo thrilled when I noted a new double page ad for 'Jaegar' in a recent UK 'Vogue'. I felt Quietly Reassured that I am part of the Zeitgeist after all.

Crumpled But Never Ruffled.
I've never been An Ironer. My mother simply wouldn't let me. I was left-handed & everything I did looked kind of wrong or Dangerous to her. So I don't iron. This much is obvious in the photo below. I'm synchronistically standing in front of a little drawing I did for my Year 10 class when one student  pronounced 'Irony' like Iron with a double 'e' at the end. You may notice that my fab little thrifted 'Scanlan & Theodore' jacket is Badly in Need of an Iron.
Apparently, the new thing is to own a Steamer which has got nothing to do with Vegetables. I was told this morning by the volunteer sales assistant at 'Bednobs' that you can buy them for as little as forty dollars on eBay, but if you buy them anywhere else, they can be over a hundred.
I May, repeat, May consider investing in one.
BTW, no one bothered to mention to me that my jacket was crumpled. I guess everyone I work with or teach is too polite or too bored to tell me.

 Maeflower, my beautiful daughter paid me a surprise visit over Easter. She bought me oodles of Easter Eggs & Bunnies, so I didn't have an Eggless Easter after all. As usual, we had a fab time & lots of laughs which is the only way I think that I can respond to my Life right now, or perhaps ever.
She brought her wonderful new camera with her which made my camera look like a toy. We spent an entire day photographing everything in sight, including the view on my rooftop. On the one side is the city, with the Centrepoint Tower in the middle & then there's the Harbour Bridge.
BTW, Maeflower is wearing a splendid dress from 'Tree O' Life'. Her necklace is Nepalese from her recent trip there. Oh, & she's wearing wonderful Italian leather gladiators that I generously donated to her.

 Below are three A4-size collages I've just made.

I used to suffer badly from Insomnia. It was a Nightmare.
And now I don't hardly at all.
I was totally gripped with fear when I heard on the news about this man in Italy  whose body suddenly decided that it was Done Sleeping. Sadly, he died after about a month. That story motivated me to Get Serious About Sleeping.
And it's kind of Paid off.

Above, a Homage to Michael Jackson.

Above, my contribution to the Latest Scientific Theory.

Lastly, here's a couple of Weekend Outfits. Above is my 'Inspector Gadget' look. I'm wearing it with thermal footless tights in my favourite animal print bought last year at 'Target'. Thrifted 'Bruno Maglis' & some cheap No Name Scarf.
Below is a 'Corporate Lumberjack' look. I've always been a sucker for cozy plaid flannelette, even though it has Bogan Overtones. The Business Jacket is by 'H&M'. We don't have 'H&M' in Australia & we've only just got our first 'Zara'. Big Whoop. But of course it's all thrifted anyway. Oh, & I've got a rather strange brooch on featuring a bejewelled plastic peacock which rather looks like a dinosaur.
Totally past My Official Weekend Bedtime.


Rebecca said...

OK. I hung around to the end and if I saw the wrap around dress, I don't remember it. Is that MY problem or YOURS????

Re. the steamer. This reminds me that I stumbled on one at a garage sale and haven't opened the box since then. I wonder? Does it actually work? I must try it and see. I have plenty of wrinkles around here to experiment on.

As usual, a very entertaining post here. I wish I could watch that British home show. And yes, I remember Al Martino. I had several LPs of his at the same time I listened to Dean Martin and someone else whose name escapes me right now. (Guess that means it's MY problem - not YOURS afterall.)

Della Street Dreaming said...

Am intrigued, Rebecca, as to who the other crooner was. It probably wasn't Matt Monro, an ex-London bus driver who had hits at the same time? His big one was 'Born Free' from the movie of the same name.
Re DVF wrap dress. I haven't put it on the blog as I haven't actually worn it yet. I think that's going to be on Monday.
Have a great weekend. Mine is already half over.

see you there! said...

I was a big Wild Kingdom fan. My excuse it that there wasn't much else on back in the Only Three Channels days.

I like your collages. I really need to get out some paper and glue and get busy.


Gianni said...

Steamers are great!!!!

The collages are truly wonderful.


ReaderRita said...

The steamer is a completely wondrous item. You can steam the wrinkles out of curtains while they are hanging! Out of jackets with no press cloth! Out of pleaty things with no strife! Oh, I love the thing- Though I will state for posterity, that steam is hot!
You may might find that you have mentally mislaid that fact until such a crisis as the singeing of your digits- a thumb which has lingered too long under a fold, or pinky which refused to get out of the steam path quickly enough- so one must be somewhat alert.
No more so than when ironing, but the steam just seems so innocent, you forget...
(I mean, even the word inspires less fear- it's not the gristly hot steel of an "IRON"- it is lovely, floaty, soft "steam"- all cloud-like and angelic; well, until it burns a big blister onto your finger. So respect is certainly called for.)
And I remember Wild Kingdom! Here in the US, it was presented as "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom" and was also part of the Sunday night television landscape. So was Walt Disney's "The Wonderful World of Disney"- I venture that these days, the latter show might present more horror- "Watch as Jim wrestles this hungry pre-teen star..." I cringe at the thought. Egads.

ReaderRita said...

Oh! and I can't wait to see the DVF wrap dress, either! I have loved them from afar for a very long time.
Kudos on snagging one!