Potter

Last weekend we went to Harry Potter. I wanted to look like I had read the books, so I wore my glasses and striped shirt (I haven't read any of the books).
Scotty said his dad had the exact same glasses in the 70's... if only our parents had saved everything.
I brought along a pair of glasses to wear at dinner with Sandy and Steve before the show.
I can't resist anything stupid... Scotty just shakes his head every time I say, "OHMYGOODNESS... You have to see what I just bought!!!!"


I think that guy should be a lot more thrilled to be drinking through his glasses. This'll probably be my kids' reaction to all the dumb novelty stuff I get them.
This almost made me buy two sets... if only Scotty didn't worry about budget, he'd actually like it if I brought home useless crap for him too.

I think loafers helped up my "I-read-all-the-Potter-books-in-one-sitting" image.
And the plaid jacket said, "I like the books so much more than the movies."

While we were driving, it started to rain. We haven't seen rain for a long time. Noah (Scotty) was so excited to see it that he opened the sun-roof.
While driving to Cloverdale, the thunder and lightening storm started. I began to wonder if Sandy and Steve's house would even be standing by the time we got there. It looked as if it was hitting houses.

Luckily, their house was not struck by lightening AND Steve dressed up too.

Stupify!
Scotty said "you can't drink wine through a silly straw!" And I showed him I could indeed drink it through a silly straw. Absurdity! 
Scotty demonstrated his angst when trying to find sunglasses that can accommodate his girthy nose bridge (note how high they sit on his face). I have to watch for glasses that sit too close to my cheeks. I always do the "smile test" when trying them out to make sure they don't lift every time I smile.
Eyebrows inside the rim? Not a good fit.
After dinner we ran back and forth through Steve and Sandy's place to see whether the best view was in the front or the back. I liked the front because I could rock with Sandy in the porch swing.
Big FLASH-CRACK!!! 


I liked the monsoon rain, made me think of Hawaii.

Sandy and Steve live in Pleasantville.



It took a lot of patience to get a shot of the lightening. When it's forking all over the sky, it's hard to know where to point your camera. I almost gave up because I felt like I was missing everything, but I just pretended I was shooting for National Geographic and I finally got it!

Then we went to the movie and a completely blew my avid Harry Potter fan image when I fell asleep...twice...

Four Boring Nails

Went to my local thrift shop last week.

A few months ago, while scanning their "prom dress" rack, I found my too perfect Vegas Anniversary wedding dress (Scotty and I were there for our 5 year wedding anniversary and I insisted on dressing up as bride and groom and running around the streets).


I've got this boring wall. It's home to four ugly nails. I've covered it with various things, but I'm just not feeling it.


Moishee is excited to redo nail wall too.

While watching MTV's "The City"- I'm a reality TV junkie- I fell in love with Erin's picture cluster behind her couch.

It kills me to go to Home Sense and buy stuff to dress up my walls for $50/pop that I'm not gaga over.

Picture clusters sing to this girl's heart. They can be done cheap, and I'm not suck with having to choose just one thing to hang.

Picture frames are a dime a dozen at thirft shops. I find that Value Village overcharges for theirs ($2-$5/pop). The small, local shops have better frames and they're $0.25-$1.50!!!

I grabbed all these. They're wood, so I probably spray paint 'em.

Off the top of my head I'm thinking creme, black and silver...but the brown in the big one calls to me too...

I think if I made them all the same colour I'd have t have good unity- like all black and white photos, sktches and paintings... I have none of that. I adhere to the school of mish mash (some might call it eclectic).

I also pcked up this little dude.


$5.00 might seem steep, but my mom has a couple of toys that belonged to my grandpa, and this little guy reminds me of them. My grandpa was born in 1893, so I'm guess this could be pretty old.

Who can resist that creepy Joey? Not I, say the thrifter, not I.

They'll go well with Mr. Hoot

and Mr. Nuts (both of which I picked up at Coombs market this past spring).

If You're aiming for cute vintage, the small shops is where it's at.

These were $0.25 each.

And so were these.

I also swung by the jewelry counter to score some sweet treasure.



$2.00 each? You can go wrong! And, they're all the same tone (pearls come in so many different tones, and I want to wear'em multi-stranded, so I snapped 4 of them up).

Then there's these honkin' balls.


Aldo sells something similar for $8.00.

Some flamin' grandma loved these. They remind me of my nutty aunt who made something similar (it was called foil femo?)in the late 80's. I wanted a pair so bad I could taste it, but my ears weren't pierced yet, so I was left with my "stick-ons".

Who's laughing now?

It Could've Been Funny

As I was brewing my tea this morning, the doorbell rang.

I was standing in my kitchen with only a small slip on. Yes, it was 9:40 am and most people would be wearing proper clothing, but most people weren't laying awake at 2 am this morning unable to sleep due to Scotty's moaning and gnashing of teeth.

He's down to the wire in his summer semester, and he's quickly approaching his 28th birthday. Guess he has stress, but I think the loud teeth grinding in his sleep is a tad drama-queen. I even tried to shake him awake. He just rolled towards me and started grinding his teeth in my ear.

My early morning brain had resolved to pack up my stuff in the AM and move to Hawaii.

I think the mid week sleep-in saved my marriage.

Anyways, I'm standing in the kitchen, trapped. Scotty had left the front door open this morning, and any bolt towards the stairs would've given the person standing at my front door an eye full. Which would be extended by the mirrors in the entry that allow for people to see around corners.

It bugs me not to answer the door. Makes me feel like a hermit. I had nearly resolved to dance down the stairs as if it were nothing (I wear less on the beach), but my coward got the better of me.

Mowgli was on the steps growling. What does he think he is? A dog?

When they turned to leave, I made my move. I wanted to see if they were worthy of having a blanketed, blurry eyed, crazy-haired Chelsea chase them down the street.

Nope.

Just two ladies holding tracts with skirts down to their ankles.

I only wish I had answered the door for them in my skivvies. I would have liked to have been part of that awkward moment.

Turns out Mowgli hates Jehovah's Witnesses. I wonder if it's just them. Maybe he's an atheist.

"Recession Club" savings

On my way home from work on Friday night, I swung by the store to grab some supplies for my "recession club" (which I am now officially a member) celebration.

I decided to prepare a "Recession Feast" to share with Scotty.

No recession club celebration is complete without the cheapest bottle of sparkling wine (what poor people like to call champagne).

It also gave me the opportunity to break in my new tiny saucepan. I had seen one at Scotty's mom's, and I couldn't stop thinking of all the sauces I could make in a tiny pot like that. Scotty spotted one at Safeway, and then I spent the next 10 mins trying to pick a colour. I honestly must've walked up an down the isle at least 5 times (I pick a red pot and start walking away, only to be flooded with doubt so I would walk back and trade it for a green one... and on and on. There were only three colours, and it really doesn't make any difference, but I couldn't see that then).

Recession feasts are so much easier to prepare. Why take lots of time to do something if your not getting paid?


Cheers! I am now bringing home leaner bacon.

Sauce pot added up to all my expectations.



The presentation made the feast extra special. I was going for a "bird's nest" idea.
Chilling our dessert. I don't care who you are, when you tear off that foily lid and lick the pudding off it... you feel like a rock star.


Just in case this recession pushes me and Scotty into a life of crime, we need to know how to bust ourselves out.

Celebration indeed.