Strike while the ....... bug is close.
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Thursday, December 1, 2016
Size is just a number
I don’t know about you, but in the past when I heard someone wore a size 0, I assumed it was a newborn. Not so today. Sizing has rebelled and the whole concept of numbers has been revamped.
A woman no longer wears an average size 12. Today, the average size is more 8 it seems. And the “skinny bitches,” as Joy Behar calls models and Hollywood starlet types, now wear size 2 or size 0 depending on whether or not they’ve eaten in the last week. This begs the question: Where are we headed? Will we soon find ourselves having to deal with minus sizes?
Just like age is just a number, a dress size is after all just a number. Manufacturers have introduced what I consider ridiculous smaller sizes over the last couple of decades no doubt in an effort to make women believe they were slimmer than they really were so they would buy more outfits. A woman feels oh so good in a size 6 as opposed to a two-digit size, but it is after all just an illusion, isn’t it?
I’ve also noticed another sizing problem, somewhat the reverse. Looking for a new winter jacket, I visited several stores and tried on countless styles. Although I was trying on only those marked size large to make sure to have room for a bulky sweater. I found that many restricted the movement of my shoulders. When I pointed that out to a sales person, she simply said that the jacket I was trying on came from China. “Asian sizing” she called it.
Asian large is definitely not the large we’re used to. Many garments made in China come on the market with a smaller sizing (no matter what the label says) no doubt because manufacturers look at petite Chinese women for guidance.
I ended up buying a jacket made in Italy where sizes appear to be more in line with what I consider normal.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
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Wednesday, October 26, 2016
The Art of Living – Part 11
Continuing the tenets of the little gem of a book I recently found in a second-hand bookstore, here are some more interesting ones.
- Happiness is like perfume—you can’t spray it on others without getting some on yourself.
- Happiness is found in the little things: a baby’s smile, a letter from a friend, the song of a bird, a light in the window.
- Happiness comes upon us unawares while we are helping others.
- Happiness comes from keeping busy; it is the key to happy leisure hours and retirement years.
- Happiness does not depend upon a full pocketbook, but upon a mind full of rich thoughts and a heart full of rich emotions.
- Happiness comes from giving gifts of the heart: love, kindness, joy, understanding, sympathy, tolerance, forgiveness.
- Happiness comes from learning to love ourselves, for only as we have the right attitude toward ourselves can we have the right attitude toward others.
- Happiness is guiding our lives instead of drifting.
- Happiness is measured by the spirit in which we meet the problems of life.
Wise words indeed.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
There’s a second-hand bookstore not too far from my house. I go in there from time to time to browse and see if I can uncover any gems. On a recent visit, I picked up a small book titled: The Art of Living which is essentially a depository of philosophical tenets to improve life. However, I have no idea who the writer and the publisher are since the page with that information is missing.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
People of a certain age remember when denim was used solely to provide overalls to farmers and jeans to cowboys. Today, men and women of all ages wear denim for play, for work or even as evening wear with the proper accessories.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
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Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Adults have a reputation for boring kids with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were back in the day. What with walking twenty-five miles to school every day...uphill... barefoot...yadda, yadda, yadda! However, now it is hard to not notice how the youth of today has it easy compared to when we were growing up! I wonder if they appreciate it.
= We grew up without the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the library and look it up, in the card catalog!!
= There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter with a pen! Then had to walk all the way to the corner to put it in the mailbox! Stamps were 10 cents!
= There were no MP3's or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio. There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our cars to play our favorite songs, and when ejected the tape would come undone rendering it useless.
= We didn't have cell phones. If you left the house, you just didn't make a call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". Think of the horror of not being in touch with someone 24/7! And we didn't have Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your boss, your bookie, the collection agent ... You had to pick it up to find out!
= We didn't have any fancy video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination.
= And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove!
= As for car seats, mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on. If you were lucky, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place!
The question then is: How long would today’s kids last in the “back then” world?
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Beware of Cons
As I was happily doing a bit of shopping in the cool air at my local mall recently a man approached me to ask for money. I assumed the man to be in his late fifties, early sixties. He was well dressed, well groomed and appeared to be in fine shape. His graying hair gave him a sophisticated look. He told me someone had stolen his wallet and that he had absolutely no money to get back home on the bus.
Being at an age that leads me to be somewhat weary of strangers wanting money—any amount—I told him that unfortunately I was broke myself. He then boldly suggested that we might go to an ATM where I could get cash so I could give him some money. I firmly told him no and walked away, but I did keep an eye out. Women of varying ages seemed to be giving him $5 and $10. He was after all a poor boomer who had been victimized by a thief. Who could say no!
A bit later as I approached the ATM at one end of the mall, I saw an older woman, no doubt well into her eighties, trying to get money while the well groomed con man stood close by keeping an eye on her bank card and certainly her PIN. Using my cell phone I dialed 911.
Luckily a patrol car must have been around the corner because two large policemen quickly accosted the man. After some verbal exchange they took him away. I later learned that the man had been sought by authorities for milking older women of money. Just goes to show you that con men come in every age group.
I am firm in not believing every sad story. I let my instincts guide me and I am rarely wrong. Of course, for me the best way to help others is to give to recognized charities. That way I’m sure the money goes to help those who really need it. Not con men.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Life as Knitting
Recently I came across this poem by the famous poet, Anonymous. I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s a nice metaphor for life. After all, just like knitting, our lives are constantly changing and evolving, and this relentless motion colors our moods and emotions. We don’t know what the final piece will be, but one thing is certain, no matter who we are, it will be worth being on display for all to see.
Life is like knitting
God gives us the wool and the needles saying:
“Knit as best you can, one stitch at a time”
A stitch is one day on the clock of time
As you go, you knit one, you purl one
When stitches are dropped, they are worked back up
The wool we have been given is multicolored
Pink for our joys; black for our sorrows;
Gray for our doubts; green for our hopes;
Red for our love; blue for our desires;
And white for our faith.
How many stitches will we knit? Only God knows.
Summer is here, so I’m taking a few weeks off to enjoy it all. I’ll be back in August.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Great advice indeed!