Vintage Treasures

Everybody has at least one.  I have been blessed with a ghastly amount of them – more on that later…

I can’t remember exactly what year I got the coat, but I believe it was the summer before I began college. You don’t really need to bundle up much when you live in central California, but I was going to attend South Missouri State University that fall.

How I love that poofy coat! It blocks out windy cold and wet weather – it’s only flaw was not having an attached hood.

My daughter HATES this coat. Not only the coat, but she’s too embarrassed to be seen with me, wearing the coat.
“Mom!” she tries to explain, “That coat is so out of style and so ridiculous looking!” Then she further disses the coat by telling me, “It’s looks like it came from the 70s!”
“It IS from the 70s.” I say, a bit proud of that fact.
“OMG!” my 14-year-old granddaughter exclaims, “The nineteen seventies?!”

So a few weeks after the last dissing of the coat, I tried it on and found I had gained enough weight that it didn’t fit right anymore.  OK, you win, girls. No more vintage coat.

It is still at the thrift shop and I’m tempted to buy it. I could put it up for bid on eBay and earn some cash. SOME people appreciate vintage fashion.

Then again, I could just buy it back and wear it to my daughter’s this coming winter…

♥  TTFN  ♥

 

This WAS the News…

I LOVE the small county I live in!

These gems were published here in the past, but in honor of my latest (welcome!) readers, I’m sharing one of the many reasons I love this county…

The following newspaper clips are genuine published posts from our local paper …

 

And my personal favorite:

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Future tid-bits will be shared as I find them…

♥  TTFN  ♥

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How Do YOU Pick ‘Em?

Not the horses.    trophys

I’m talking about Oscar winners. Is it just me, or does the Academy nominate  more people for each category now? More movies were up for Best Picture this year than usual.

I used to pick the winners based on who I wanted to win, Soon it was obvious that I did not share similar tastes with the Academy.

Next I tried to be logical. I would get a copy of the nominee list and figure out the actor and actress who starred in the movie I decided had the most chance for Best Picture. This method would have worked better if I didn’t suck at picking Best Picture.

I rarely see any nominated films before the award ceremony. This could be a significant factor – or not. Who really knows how the Academy selects the winners anyway. Their decisions amaze and anger me most of the time.

Considering the ridiculous choices the Academy occasionally makes it would not surprise me to find out the Academy members rarely watch every movie in question. Each member picks out a film to watch and writes an in-depth report on it. All members then meet to compare notes at a dark, dive-quality bar, and drink whiskey until they giggle like little girls. At that point they draw straws and the loser has to take everyone’s report and make up the nominees on the fly.

The week before the ceremony, our esteemed Academy returns to the dive-bar to decide on the winners.  Pieces of paper with a nominee’s name on them are taped to the dart board. The first paper to get nailed with a dart is the winner. The later it gets, the longer it takes to pick the winner using darts, because the Academy members are overly whiskeyed by this time.

If the designated record keeper forgets to record any results from the pierced paper choices, it all has to be done over. If the Academy failed to appoint a “record keeper” to begin with, they appoint the waitress with the largest breasts to keep score.

After all, this is Hollywood.