Fewer Words Please…

I collect vintage dish towels. I like the linen ones, oceanside places are a particular favorite. I use them as hand towels in my bathroom.

One of my favorites is not from any specific place. It features seashells of the world. “Seashells from the Seacoasts of the World” is emblazoned across half of it.

Today, I dropped it, picked it up and hung it. Backwards. Accidentally. Continue reading “Fewer Words Please…”

Chicago Women’s Club

I started this back in April. The course of research is often a serious rabbit hole. It’s worse when working without a deadline for you have the leisure to make strands into ropes. Today, though I found the knot at the end of it. Or so I thought…

A few months ago, I pulled out a small Hollinger box of vintage paper I’d been saving. I hoped each would find a home on Ebay or Etsy. I listed some. They went nowhere. The slick, grey box looks chic and minimalist. It lives under my coffee table.

Today I took another look….

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Attitude Adjustment

A child I knew began getting into trouble at school. It took a few visits to the principal’s office before his parents noticed something. Every time he wore his camouflage pants to school there was an issue. It seemed the pants brought out something in the young man that helped cause him to act out. I called it the G I Joe effect.

Today, I am having a similar experience with my boots. A little heel, and a little zipper and I am a fire crone. I am stomping around the shop with purpose. I have things to do. There are butts to kick and copiers to be wrangled into submission. I am in a “take no prisoners and give no quarter” mood today.

Attitude, when it comes to five-year-old boys, is something that is squelched and squashed. Attitude, when it comes to 57 year-old women is something that is celebrated.

Breaking Up for the First Time

I’ve never had to break up with a friend. Usually things just fade, one or both are perpetually “busy.” Part of the pact that is “Midwest nice” is that people get the message and it’s finished.

But I finally did have to break up with a long-time friend. Many things had been simmered for many months. I no longer found our friendship rewarding and felt annoyed after meeting with him. It finally blew up mid-December. I  told him “let’s talk after the holidays.”

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A Different Cleaning Strategy

Spice RackIt was important to my mother that everything in the house be clean–all at once–in order for her to say it was clean. When I was a kid my family would spend what I remember as the entire Saturday cleaning the whole house.
This was not some romantic suburban ideal. I wasn’t having a Coke and writing names in the dust with dad. This was yell and scream and bust-you-ass work. At least that’s what it felt like to five year-old me! By the time we got through Sunday dinner and homework the weekend was over.

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