Look out, wide load!!

Had a seasonal EGG NOGG LATTE this afternoon at Starbucks.  Yummy.  However, Gorgeous Husband found this information in the Daily Mail about our "treat".

An egg nogg latte contains 24 grams of saturated fat, 74 grams of sugar (the equivalent of 18 TEASPOONS!!) and a startling total of 579 calories.  Good thing we only had one.  Of course, these statistics are for a large size, and we only had a medium between us.  I imagine Gorgeous Husband got about 6 mouthfuls, so really, the numbers I consumed were way down!  (Tell it to the scales!!)

Foraging in the Forest...er, antique shop, actually!

Here I am in one of my favourite activites, rooting around an antique/second hand/vintage shop seeing what I can find to bring home with me.  As it turned out on this trip, nothing!  Many things were lovely, but none MADE me open up that carvanous bag and get out my wallet.

This shop is in Ludlow, which is a lovely market town only about 30 miles from here.  I like to go on the train, as the road is windy and twisty and I end up feeling a bit green by the time we get there. The shop is actually a large building with a good selection of little stalls.  It's imaginatively called "Warehouse."  Check it out if you are in Ludlow.  It's near the Square and across from the Assembly Rooms.

They're number 19!

Sorry, can't get myself into gear to take a photo, but let your imagination do the work and try to visualise 19 pair of leather gloves.  Yes, I just purchased pair number 19 today.  Well, when you see a lovely pair of cream white vintage leather gloves that fit you and don't cost the earth, a person just feels, well.... compelled to buy them.  Like they're orphans or something!

So, just for the record,  here is the list of my leather gloves:

egg yolk yellow

pale yellow

creamy white

true blue

navy

turquoisey green/blue

olive green

pale greyish green

chocolate brown

black

black

red

pink suede

pink leather

terra cotta and beige patterned

leopard print

purple

grey

raspberry pink



I think my favourite pair are the leopard print ones... not just because it is unusual to have leather leopard print ones, but because when I saw them, I dithered about buying them.  I really liked them, but couldn't justify buying them.  (What was I thinking?!!) Later Gorgeous Husband went back and bought them for me and gave them to me on Valentine's Day.  Aaaah!!

Cranberry and brown and ....pink?!

Jacket: vintage late 40's, early 50s swing jacket, Vintage fair in Liverpool

Brown polo neck: Primark?

Brown wide belt: Rackham's

Cranberry twirly scarf: gift

Pink skirt: charity shop

Cranberry boots: Ethel Austin

Not shown: cranberry tights

Can you wear pink in winter?  Not sure if it's allowed!  Anyway, I enjoyed this colour combination, and if the Fashion Police want to arrest me, let them come and get me.  I took this photo of the clothes on their own, as my hair was a fright that day.

Carol singing in Victorian costume

Sorry that this is such a dark photo, but it is taken at night!  We are carol singing, dressed in Victorian costume to celebrate the start of the Christmas season for our local retailers.  There were a group of about 12 of us, and we did three sets of carols, standing outside the Wheatsheaf pub.  I felt very Dickensian!!  Fortunately, it was a beautiful night-- very calm and still and actually quite warm (for November, at any rate.) I was grateful for that, as my hat wants to go flying at the slightest puff of wind.

Naturally we had a few drinks between sets.  You have to lubricate the vocal chords.

The Victorians meet the Darlek. Is it Dr. Who???

  Yes, it doesn't just look like a Darlek, it IS a Darlek.  Are we in a Dr. Who film?  No, Gorgeous Husband and I are at a friend's 40th wedding anniversary party and her son is mad on Darleks.  So, of course, we had to have a photo with the beast.  Contraption?  Creature?  Special Effect?  Whatever, it is, we do look like we're in an episode of Dr. Who!

The party was fun and enjoyable, but interestingly, we found walking the streets dressed as Victorians even more entertaining, as we were stopped three times by strangers to tell us how dashing we looked. 

The anniversary party was held in the Lion Hotel in Shrewsbury, where Darwin caught the London stage coach on his way to sea, and also where he stayed on his return.  How historic!  So either Gorgeous Husband was Darwin, or he could have been Charles Dickens, who also did a reading at this very same Lion Hotel.  This history lark is really heady stuff for someone such as me,  born in Canada.

Remembrance Day 2011

It's not Remembrance Day anymore but none the less, here I am on my way to the church service in Clive on Sunday, November 13.  I know the church will be packed, as it is on Remembrance Sunday most years.  In fact, as the years go on, it seems people are more willing and more "in tune" with paying respect to the sacrifice of those who have died.  Probably because now there are more recent wars to sharpen people's memories of  the great loss when a service man or woman doesn't come back.

Now there are photos in the paper of Cameron from Britain and Merkel from Germany with their heads together, both literally and figuratively.  How things change.  What was once the gravest enemy is now a nation that we trade with, communicate with, and work with solve common problems.  How the world turns!