…and a long overdue round of Trad Randomanalia
And it reminded me of the flack I caught at the end of last summer by a commenter who of course, threw a shot or two at me anonymously. So in the spirit of a sunny spring season that will literally NOT arrive in the mid-Atlantic, here are some oldie-but-goodie shots from times sunny and skin less pasty.
And while we're at it...why not a self aggrandizing chest shot?
So now on to some random as ever-alia...
Suede...loden...chukkas...Johnston and Murphy...fifty bucks on sale at their shop in Union Station.
And finally, Princess LFG used her store credit from Christmas at the Uggs store in Georgetown and pounced...on green Uggs. It be genetic.
Suede...vintage...Alden...spotted during my recent visit to Bobby from Boston. Not my size...otherwise these babies would be at home with me amidst a buck-bag refurbishment...becoming the foundation for a self aggrandizing Full-Cleveland. Shut up.
The "guess which airport...hotel room carpet" game has long since bored me. So now I've taken it to another level. I simply have the hotel make certain to match their carpets with my socks. I'm all about curtains and carpets matching. If indeed their remains any carpet these days. Weird trend that is.
We are more than proud of our little baker LFG. Report card this week saw us land on almost straight A's again butcept we got one B. No worries...she was only three points away from all A's and the B wasn't in math.
Help me. I'm dying over here. What do y'all do when the weather won't cooperate and soccer season can't begin? LFG insisted on origami and trust me, it ain't my strong suit.
Here's a photo of my Aunt Tootie in 1933. The boy is Darnell "Stinky" Ledbetter and he was trouble from the get-go. But Aunt Tootie needed little encouragement. Tootie and LFG look hauntingly alike and we've gotta make certain that LFG doesn't fall into Aunt Tootie's self destructive ways. Tootie and Stinky married in 1942 and drank, smoke, fought and fast danced for the ensuing fifty years.
Speaking of self destructive ways, I found another one of these a few weeks ago.
But fear not, I anti-doted it later in the evening with one of these.
Onward. In two inch cuffs. Wondering where the heck sunshine and warmer weather might be. Warm weather...you know...when your sockless ankles get tanned and your GTH trou complement a starched OCBD...a white one...so that the sun on your face really pops. And Jay and the Techniques never sounded better...
20 comments:
Love the belts! Oh, how I dare to dream to get my beloved to dress a tad more on the prep line. Alas, he has come FAR! I shall just keep pushing gently. The pink needle point belt gave me goose bumps! YOU ROCK it out my dear! And any fab fella who matches the trunks with the bottle label is just as OCD as me! As far as the indoor activities to entertain, keep your chin up. . . high! Believe you me, in a few years she won't be looking for you to entertain her due to the phone being permenantly stuck to her ear and fingers stuck to a keyboard! Mine is 14, I miss arts and craft time with Mum!
Love,
Mrs. Kindergarten
I set out to get one of those sandwiches last Sunday when I was cooped up at work. I made the mistake of stopping by the booth with all the scarves and the vendor there relieved me of my cash. So I went back to work hungry but not empty handed.
The physical resemblance between Aunt Tootie and LFG is uncanny, and I fear you are going to have to beat the boys off with a stick when LFG is a few years older. She's destined to be a heartbreaker. Oh, and the photograph is a riot.
I always admire the way you dress. Hence I cannot imagine what the anonymous commenter could possibly say to the contrary. Just remember: "Some people's taste is limited to the mouth." Present company excluded of course.
Elizabeth
I shall kill the first boy that calls in LFG
the only good thing about our loooooong spring is that the flowers have been out for a month! daffodils and cherry blossoms everywhere! gotta and i can still wear cashmere in mid-april and not feel guilty! look at the bright side of life....
Hey, I thought you were gonna bring back some good weather with you from Tampa! This early March dank and cold garbage is depressing--seeing some gratuitous crotch/chest shots, and the springy green in boots/belts/cake trimmings was quite the antitode to this nasty lingering bleakness. Don't worry about LFG getting calls from boys. It's the texting you need to monitor!
Wahooo! Matt Houston makes a comeback!
What a fab photo of your aunt!
We'll all be here to console, advise, and restrain you when that first boy calls . . . Have a great day. xoxo
Now ADG, what about the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighght, ninth, tenth boy that calls LFG??? You wouldn't kill them too?
The damn sandwich man is closed today. Hugely disappointed. And re the boys...they're all going down.
I like the tasseled mocs.
Didn't you once post a photo of some 70's era laid-back monotoned lothario, in the identical shoes, which perfectly matched the color of the rest of his ensemble and his wall-to-wall carpet?
Savannah was 91 degrees today. Stem-to-stern tourists. It's worse every year. It's like watching a beautiful woman being smeared and tattered by a bunch of jammy-handed school boys.
It's goddamn excruciating.
Gold chain is the sapper 'neath your ramparts. Still, it was a good run while it lasted.
Cheers to Miss LFG for the great report card! I hope you both celebrated with the cake she baked! Yeah, my math scores wouldn't have merited even a B. That's why I majored in English. :) We hit 86 degrees yesterday, so I managed to get a sun burn while working the yard. A tad early for those temps, but after this past winter, I'll take it!
Vintage Alden whites...pinched from Pee-Wee Herman's wardrobe.
Have not heard a reference to the "Full Cleveland" in ages...hysterical.
Well done LFG on a fine report card.
I like the pink gingham shirt in the fifth photograph from the top. Where did you acquire it from, please? Perhaps Ralph Lauren?
I looking forward to getting together when I can ambulate better. I'm also looking forward to your sartorial advice.
~Hilton
The pink/cocoa/white photo (5th) - it all class! Good stuff man.
Flaming Douuuuuchebaggg!
I like the shots of the food and the booze.
I like the photo of Aunt Tootie and Uncle Stinky.
Particularly Uncle Stinky. He reminds me of the younger man who was smitten with me when I was fifteen.
Smart girl that I was, I tolerated him because he drove his father's Mercedes all over town, and would pick me up with a slew of my girlfriends and let us drive.
Since my friend's father was a rather notorious lawyer with a bad temper, the police only stopped us to tell him to go home.
Fast forward many years, and I once had a man tell me that if women really knew and understood what men thought, that they would never stop slapping them.
Whenever I think of that remark, I remember looking in the rear-view mirror at my twelve-year-old "boyfriend", sitting between four girls with a look on his beaming face that told me everything I needed to know about men.
Flaming Douche-bag...indeed. But I wrote a story recently about my brush with flames and the tragic outcome. Perhaps your comment would have been better placed there.
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