Old And New



The two eggs with the darkest backgrounds were a wedding present from my uncle the priest. He gave us three actually but don’t get me started. The other four are modern creations done by my BFF by marriage. That is to say the person who married my BFF.

It’s hard to pick a favorite. But here’s something you should know about the beige and white egg: the shell was dyed and then shallowly cut away exposing the undyed surface and resulting in this design. Pretty cool.

The display plate is Stangl’s Golden Blossom and that abstract design is a flowering perennial plant known as lupine which grows in NJ. I’m thinking of selling of most of my Stangl to finance my vintage china habit but every time I look at even a single piece, I now I’ll never be able to do it.

In other Easter news, there’s a butter lamb a’comin’.



Cabin Fever, A Brain Dump

I’m not one to complain about winter BUT it’s almost the middle of February and I’ve about had it. Not only do I have cabin fever but the cabin needs vacuuming, my bird feeders are empty and if I see one more quiche I’m going to scream.

This is how bad it is: I almost watched the collected music videos of Miley Cyrus on TV this morning. Luckily, I was able to snap myself out of it.

I guess it doesn’t help that my son just rented a place that has a fruiting banana tree and birds of paradise plants in the yard. I have snow and empty bird feeders and my autumn leaf flag is still hanging on the shed, 3 flags behind what would normally be there now.

I’ve been in this house so long that my hair grew long and my cut lost its shape. Sami just walked by and told me – me, unbathed and in the same pajamas for two days running – and told me that I look pretty. His whole thing is about the length of my hair, as If I’d ever go back to straight long hair again.

I was going to talk about Total Eclipse of the Heart a little bit, but instead I will share something with you about Hurra Torpedo, the world’s leading kitchen appliance rock band. As you now, their rendition of TEOTH has been stuck in my head for quite a while. Turns out that in this as in most other things, I am late to the party.

“In October/November 2005 they became part of a viral ad campaign by going on a coast to coast tour in the U.S. that was paid for by Ford in order to promote the Ford Fusion car. As part of the ad campaign, a mockumentary movie called “The Crushing Blow” was being made.”

That mocumentary is posted on YouTube in 36 parts. I’m about half-way though it ad the Ford Fusion makes minimal appearances always without mention of the brand. I think my favorite part so far is immediately after a trip to a salvage yard in Los Alamos where they rented a few torpedo husks, they make a music video at Fridgehenge in NM . The band plays on their trademark smashed appliances what I think may be a soulful rendition of Sunrise,Sunset. The whole series is quite droll and extremely amusing to me.

If This Is Tuesday, What Happened To Monday?


The thermometer read 3 degrees above freezing and there was thin winter sunlight coming down. I had to take this photo from a second story window – it’s as close as I got to fresh air today.

I’ll never be able to help my California daughter in law to appreciate the beauty of snow. She’s just not that into it.

Jersey Joke

I’m working against deadlines and can hardly find the time to eat, never mind blog but this fine example of modern journalism deserves comment:

A Time magazine article published this week  as part of the on-going assault on Chris Christie expanded the target to include all of New Jersey. I am assuming that writer Nick Gillespie went through several drafts before refining his article to this final version. And then Time approved it for publication.

I could not read past the highlighted sentence. Click to enlarge and get a good eyeful of it.


Incidentally, although this author seems quite concerned with holding the current (R) governor to the straight and narrow, Google could not help me find his article expressing concern about former governor (D) Jim McGreevey’s decision to fill the post of state Homeland Security advisory with an inexperienced, unqualified non-U.S. citizen who also happened to be his boyfriend. Neither could I find anything he wrote about conflict of interest when former governor (D) Jon Corzine was bonking the head of a state government workers union state, a union which  which coincidentally won a  favorable contract renewal.


I’m willing to accept weather predictions – that’s my part of the bargain: the weatherman says it and I believe it –  but I fully expect my weather to be on time as predicted.


We went to meet our daughter for breakfast yesterday at a halfway point which just so happened to be a Cracker Barrel.  My breakfast was good but I strongly suspect that their grits are not pure grits; they are a bastardization of grits and cream of wheat. I don’t mind that so much because I like cream of wheat but if it says grits, serve me grits. Would I go back? Definitely yes! Have you seen the gift shops in those places? I picked up the cutest little things for the small rustic tree in the den, including this squirrel/rabbit hybrid. That is a squirrel with a tail made out of rabbit fur.

Anyway. Same thing with the weather – if the snow is supposed to start at 2, then don’t go showing up with snow at noon and ruining everybody’s family time.

Also, FYI I am totally sick of the Emergency Alert system in my town and I’m sorry that I put my cellphone as the format for receiving the messages. It is abusive. Let me know when a hurricane is coming and where I can get fresh water – okay. Tell me that it’s going to snow tomorrow – pul-ease. It was especially annoying during election season. The mayoral seat was up so  we used to get calls about Enjoy yourself at Aberdeen Day. Or Safety tips for pumpkin picking. All recorded personally by the sitting mayor.  I told him, too. I told him that I was giving him 10 points to start out with.  Every time I got an emergency alert and heard his voice for something that isn’t an emergency, I was going to deduct one point. If he got down to 7 points, I would stay home and not vote against him. If he got less than 6 points, I would vote for his opponent. He won anyway so I guess we can expect more of the same next time the seat is up. Today’s emergency alert at least was from the town manager announcing snow beginning tomorrow morning with a total accumulation of between 3-6″. Not so much of an emergency in my book, but maybe he’s in cahoots with the supermarkets to drive toilet paper sales.

Thank goodness they have not started using this venue for school closings. We are still charmingly treated to the firehouse siren 6:32 am if school is closed for the day. If I start getting messages about schools and school buses, there is going to be trouble.

Just Two Jersey Girls Doin’ Jersey Girl Things

Today was the greatly anticipated re-opening of the Lenox Warehouse sale. Don’t be jealous but I went there at the invitation of the world’s best daughter-in-law. We’ve been there before together and she was kind of lukewarm to the whole thing but that is her cautious nature and she  is 100% into it now.

The warehouse opens for a three-week period and then closes up again for a few weeks while they restock. This period opened today at 9am. Our timing was off a bit and we got there at about 10 past the hour, but that was still early enough to get decent parking and to be in the first 100 shoppers. How do I know this? Because there was a beaproned male employee standing at the entrance giving out tickets for a free item to the first 100. The free item turned out to be a full-sized pedestal cake plate in a lovely delicate floral pattern. Not too shabby.

And then what do you supposed I saw as soon as we were inside the building? Not one but two pineapple lamps!



The crystal lamp doesn’t show well in this picture but it was beautifully prism-y in that cut crystal way of things. I have to tell you that it’s a real contender – I am a sucker for that modified bell/drum lamp shade style. I would have bought this if I was still not completely heartbroken and constantly mooning around about the latest eBay broken lamp episode.

Another thing I did not buy was an enormous Dansk salad bowl. And when I say enormous, I mean it. Here’s a picture I found online of a person holding one so you could get a good idea about the size.


So big you could bathe a baby in it.

The price on this thing was – brace yourselves – $49.97. Plus, if you had a coupon every item that was priced ending in .97 got an additional 30% off, making the final total for this $34.98. I am a fool. Why did I not buy this? They’ll probably be gone by tomorrow.

Also of interest is that the world’s best daughter in law is now slightly opening up to the idea of fine china. She’s a great lover of the color red and also the stark black and white of houndstooth pattern so when we spotted this Scalamandre zebra dinnerware, it was just what the doctor ordered.

We didn’t buy that either but we  did manage to walk out with three shopping bags full of bargains. Our cart was probably the most empty in the whole checkout line. There were women there whose shopping carts were heaped to overflowing and some had accomplices who pushed a second cart of similar load. Husbands of the pocket-book holding type were standing slightly apart, guarding half-filled carts while their wives went back into the trenches for more. The checkout line was a good 30 minutes long and it was a pretty humid and sticky wait by then. Teeming masses of humanity had shown up by then to pack every aisle and contribute their body heat and hot breath to the atmosphere.

pIn search of the elusive Hot Honey, we stopped a small farm stand that had a sign for LOCAL HONEY RAW HONEY at the roadside. No hot honey but plenty of pumpkin buckets. Seriously, I meant to photodocument this whole excursion but I was swept away by each moment and only remembered to take a picture after most of the stuff was unloaded from the car.

Word of warning, though – the pumpkin seekers are out in full force now. Anyone who has lived through it once knows enough to stay off the main pumpkin-picking drags from early October right through Xmas tree season. I got cocky and figured that I only had a short stretch to cover after I dropped off the DIL- what could go wrong? Well, I got bogged down in front of a place that not only had the customary pumpkin picking, hay rides, pony rides, gift shop, home baked goods and picnic area but also featured a Wild West show. That was my one mistake for the season, from now on, I’ll stick to creeping along the residential roads.

What Jersey experience is complete without a visit to a jersey diner? Answer: none. So we rounded off the excursion with the full diner breakfast plus a side order of pumpkin pancakes. I must say the place we chose had the crispiest best corned beef hash that I’ve had in a while. Even the coffee was good, and that’s saying something. I’ve almost given up ordering coffee when dining out because of the high risk of disappointment.

So all in all, a  great day in New Jersey. Just think – if I had stayed home to catch up on work or possibly to push the vacuum around a little bit then I never would have saved $210.05.


Homework assignment: study up on Scalamandre Zebras wallpaper. Gawd, there is so much I don’t know in this world.

Stand By Your Bad Scungilli

I interrupt my unintentional blogging hiatus to tell you that this is by far the best article describing the courthouse appearance today of RHONJ creatures Joe and Teresa Giudice. To which they arrived In. A. Honda. Pick Up Truck.!

So much to talk about! I can’t decide which is the best part: I was going to say the part where Juicy Joe slapped a news camera out of his way but that pales in comparison with the description of the happy couple as looking like there were digesting bad scungilli. Then I thought maybe the best part is when Joe’s little old mother dropped the f bomb onto a reporter.

But this is all eclipsed by Joe’s devoted father who defiantly shows first the finger and then his ass to the cameras.


Does this ass make my ass look big?

That’s love. I don’t think my father would have done that for me. And look at Teresa competing in the ass contest without even trying.

What a family! These are my people! Or rather, these are the people I have to compete with for parking spaces. New Jersey – come for the parking spaces; stay for the rude public gestures! We bad.

I notice there are no Gorgas around for this event. No Bahbah, around whom Teresa lives her life. No Nonah, that teacher of tomato canning and contributor of recipes to those NY Times best selling cook books. No My Brother. No Melissa.

I only hope this does not render The Faux Milania G silent on Twitter.