JOY RIDE
When you love what you do, if only you are patient and have practiced that, then you know it will come.
THE COLOR WHEEL
As we approach our Holiday Season in unseasonably warm weather we begin to muse what are own Christmas table, tree, and or decor will look like. Shop Girl, pauses to reflect...
Growing up for one half of my young life in a traditional, snowy landscape of Pennsylvania, then being transported in the shiny new company car to our new home in sunny California began a life of visual opposites. After my sister and I blinked away the ridiculous piercing sunlight reflecting off the relentless pounding of the ocean waves and the general shock faded, we donned our suits and ran across the street several times a day to jump on our inflatable rafts and ride insane waves (all unsupervised). Well, in truth there were a couple of life guards, but we only had eyes for the adventure. The ensuing wipe-outs, near drowning experiences left us exhilarated and begging for more.
Since summer never ended it wasn’t obvious to us that not only was the landscape different here but our Mother had plans for a new type of Christmas interior landscape as well. Exit the traditional green Christmas tree, enter a spiky metallic silver tree. It was scrawny, like Twiggy, and had a complementary space age electric color wheel, that slowly spun and like the lava lamp was probably meant to transport us to an episode of what...The Jetsons. My sister came unglued around this time and found all this new fangled California-mod nonsense, very unappealing and expressed her disappointment.
There was much tension around this time as I recall. There was a new job, a horrible commute, my older sister was becoming an opinionated teenager and my doting mother was becoming a California blond in a two piece. As we muddled through this new land of sun, blondes, tan skin and too much ocean I took more and more risks on the inflatable raft. It was freeing and kept my mind off 5th grade math.
Both my sister and I were rescued several times that first summer. As adults traveling back to that beach to have another nostalgic look at those dangerous times, we both saw the sign that declared this beach was extremely dangerous and was for experienced swimmers only. Our old beach even had a new name. The sign read, “Surfers Beach”. We looked into each others adult eyes with that “no wonder” look and read on to the small print warnings of rip tides and other dangerous occurrences to avoid.
These were the innocent days and distant memories of colorful metallic Christmases and unsupervised swimming. It was a time of new innovations, ideas, risks and a lack of sun screen.
It was the early 1960’s...The smog was called haze, you hardly ever locked your doors and you walked your tender self along the beach to school 5 days a week a half mile each way.
Shop Girl has no intentions of owning a color wheel. For one thing, it is a collectible now and on line auctions want a pretty penny for a shiny iconic symbol of the Kennedy years.
Memorial Hospital Gift Shop is where I get to relive a Holiday with a traditional spin, based on my favorite memories, of Lassie, Shirley Temple movies and my favorite book, Little Women. Let's close our eyes and go back to simpler times and sweet memories where a family argument was about having another, smaller shiny silver tree nestled next to the original with another color wheel...I can still see the spinning colors lighting up the exasperated expression on my sisters' face.
It is never too early to shop for Christmas Gifts and we have a bounty of items to choose from which to choose. We don’t get too serious about decorating the store until Thanksgiving.
Shop local, shop for a cause and please, no special requests for a color wheel!!!
Since the dawn of time, humankind has had to hunt and gather. The same goes with animals, including our four cats, four hens and me.
It occurred to me the other day that every time I head out to the grocery store, it’s another exercise in foraging. I must have a bright outlook because I usually find every item for which I’m looking. It wasn’t always so-- I can’t imagine what it would have been like to hunt and pick berries for survival. I also know I would if I had to.
The other day while cleaning the floor under the chair where my husband tosses his clothes, I noticed one of his heavy duty shoelaces there. It is a dark and mysterious spot and as I reached in to gingerly pick it up I had a feeling of dread. Of course, since we have four cats you never know what will turn up. Well, this was a fresh kill, a sweet and very dead baby snake. It felt like rubber. I try to love all animals but snakes are a bit trickier species to love. Needless to say, the cats were just hunting and doing what comes naturally. Why or which one would feel the need to bring me a gift, I can’t fathom, but I try to be grateful yet discouraging.. I think they are catching on because whenever I see them outside being bad to their fellow creatures I step in and break up this unwanted behavior. Which leads me to believe it’s Mickey, our smallest black and white kitty who is none too bright.
Mickey, our baby
Sad to say, he thinks Cleo, the Old Lady Dowager cat is his mommy. Not the sharpest blade in the drawer, I had to watch out for him when we first rescued him because this is the kind of cat that will drown in the canal, or get trapped under an
One of my hobbies is hunting and gathering for an item that might spark my attention. While I was in high school, I would ride my bike to the Goodwill store on the other side of town so I could pore over old books, clothes and jewelry. I often came home with the prize that my hard earned babysitting money allowed me to purchase. Once, I brought bed bug eggs home hiding in a fabulous shawl. Oh, I was sorry when my mother; who had a minimalist style to her décor, told me that the fumigator was going to be terribly expensive. Now, I always make a point to wash every second hand item I find. By the way, it’s also tricky to love a bed bug!
Lately, my husband and I have been hunting and gathering furniture for my niece who is entering into her sophomore year at a university. She is moving into an attic bedroom and sharing a house with two other young women. We live closer than her parents and volunteered for the duty. There is nothing I love more than filling a room with furniture,art, books, pillows and bedding to make a space feel cozy. If it were cave dwelling times, I would have surely been drawing on the walls with a reserved piece of charcoal and creating designs with rocks, bones and sticks around my fluffed-up fur skin.
Goodness, yesterday I went to fill up my car and it cost $57.90. Aaugh!!! and I don't even have a big car...just a sedan. I can't IMAGINE what people are doing if they have trucks, motor homes or boats to fill up for upcoming family summer vacation trips :(
I find myself in complete despair to pass over the things I love and adore having for what ... gas!!! WHAT A TRAVESTY
The now famous "shop girl" is out this week so I wondered over to The Gift Shop to find out the latest. Such a relief to chat with customers, volunteers and staff who are in the same boat. The rising cost of food and gas prices is definitively the current topic of conversation.
Well as always thou...nature takes it course...and when in a Gift Shop, what do I do ... SHOP :) Kinda like "When in Rome..." Well it was nice to see that customers were still buying...but buying smartly. As I visited with several, their choice of merchandise was universal. Something that they could use for many uses...such as:
Each priced around a friendly $20 price tag.
So in the end, I've had to have a little chat with myself..and even thou I DON'T like the prices I see at the gas pump or at the grocery store...I not going to miss out on my summer fun. Instead, I will squeeze my pennies by:
Group all my errands together
Grow a garden
Eat at home
And shop for smart merchandise that makes a fashion splash, but not a splash on my checkbook!!
Share with us your summer saving tips!!! We would LOVE to of your summertime adventures and treasure hunts.
"shop girl is on vacation"
Simply signed ~marci