Blue Sky Smiling

Diana at Myths of the mirror posted a play along for anyone who wanted to join. Of course it is a list so how could I resist!

As usual though, there are a few rules:

Use the Blue Sky banner  (that Rachael Ritchey designed).

It is sort of polite to mention the person who tagged you.

You need to answer the 11 questions set by your tagger.

You will need to make up 11 original and interesting or funny questions for those you tag.

You need to tag 11 people.

Here are Diana’s questions:

1) What country have you never visited but would love to, and why?

The USA, I live here, but that is different than visiting. So when I am able, I want to be a tourist in my own country. Besides, I speak the language, kinda.

2) What person in your life (not including family members) has most shaped who you are today?

Not one person, but hundreds that I have never met. The authors of my favorite books. Well perhaps some of them are not favorites, just thought provoking and memorable.

3) List three things that make you happy?

Lazy Saturdays, Smooth Music, Cotton Sheets, Hummingbirds, The smell of fresh cut lumber, Christmas Lights, and the Colors of the Sunrise.

4) What’s your favorite genre to read?

I like too many genres to choose just one, but books in a series are my favorite to discover, because they can give more depth to the characters, so the connection is stronger, but alas, all the more sad it is to finish, and to have to say goodbye.

5) What time period in history most intrigues you, and why?

The future, because anything is possible.

6) If you could add a new talent to your repertoire, what would it be, and why?

Waltzing. Just because.

7) Where is your favorite place in the world, and why?

Drinking fresh brewed coffee over an early morning campfire. No responsibilities, and a cornucopia of smells, sights, and sounds.

8) What animal best describes your personality, and why?

Eeyore, I am such an optimistic pessimist.

9) What’s your favorite recipe (and please share it)?

Bacon: 1) go to the store and buy some. 2) open the package with a knife. 3) cook it in a hot pan, flipping with a fork occasionally. 4) remove finished strips to platter covered with several paper towels. 5) Eat it all.

10) Hiking boots, sneakers, heels, or flip-flops?

Clogs

11) Would you rather have tons of love and little wealth, or tons of wealth and little love?

Well love is hands down better than wealth and I would want it over the other without hesitation, but if I get to choose, I want both.

Now the hard part: 11 Questions to be asked.

1. Which would it be if you had to pick, books or movies?

2. If you have used Facebook or it’s ilk, did you like your friends and family better before, or after, they accepted your friend request?

3. If you could time travel, where would you go, and why?

4. Would you wish to relive your same life if you could?

5. If you could change the number of siblings you have, would you?

6. Do you really have a favorite color, or are you just saying you do? Really think about it. If you hadn’t been asked the question since before you can remember, would you?

7. Can you dance, beyond just shaking it up a bit? Silly question really, but I am curious how many people have ever really learned how to dance.

8. Name one thing you are afraid of, and why. If it doesn’t terrify you, that is.

9. Are you an adventurous or picky eater, and why do you think you ended up as such?

10. Can you name a common place item from your lifetime that you think will disappear before you do? For instance the dial telephone in mine.

11. Do you like your name? Is it one you had to grow into to love, or are you still irritated with your parents for giving it to you? 

And I tag… everyone who wants to play. Enjoy!

And be sure to stop by Diana’s and check out her amazing blog. If you enjoy reading, her books are fabulous.

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50:11 never in a million years

11) Your celebrity dinner party. Who would you invite?

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Well definitely not anyone who is even remotely famous. I say this because one likes to think they would be all cool and blasé when encountering a well know personage, but no, not me. I became awkward and uncomfortable, thus it is a miserable experience. So never in a million years would I consider hosting a party that would torment me no end.

However, I decided not to end this post with such an easy out, and instead try to consider who, if anyone, I would possibly want to venture out of my self imposed bubble to entertain.

It cannot be my family, that would be cheating. It has to be someone new, therefore someone risky. Risky in the sense that the entire venture could be for naught and fraught with peril of the social kind.

Well as I sit here typing, it came to me. There are several, if not many, bloggers out there, I imagine I would enjoy sharing a meal with. There would be all the elements of a fine evening of stimulating conversation, or alas, it could be an unmitigated disaster.

For what if they are as socially awkward as I am, and neither one of us knows how to begin, or in my case, because I am known to babble uncontrollably when nervous, it could not be silence that is the problem, but incessant speech, and then at the conclusion of the evening, regardless of spacious silence or crushing motor mouth, to have it end with nothing but a great sigh of relieve that it is over.

But, and I love buts, it could also be entirely lovely.

It’s just too bad we will never find out.

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A Point Revisited

The writing of this blog has had several purposes throughout the course of its existence. Several I was unaware of until their time was past and goal accomplished, but really, I do not feel much into rehashing old things. Instead, I have been befuddled as to why I should still keep up with this project in the moment of now. Especially considering how elusive and difficult the whole process has become of late.

Then my eldest daughter asked me to stop deleting post and just hide the whole darn thing if I was truly done with the process of writing for a public forum, because she would like to have it as a record of what I was like. Of course that means when I am dead, but what the heck, what’s wrong with that anyway. It is why I started writing in the first place, but it somehow got lost as I got carried away by the word flow.

And what’s really incredibly interesting, to me, is that now I feel somewhat obligated to continue with my acts of public exposure. Thankfully though, it does free me up to be mediocre, and just find some random list to answer, as honestly as possible of course, because who doesn’t want to know what celebrity their grandmother would have liked to invite to dinner.

Hum…now that I think about, I would be curious to know who my folks found interesting enough to break open the doors of their hermitage and entertain, but only because they are my history. So maybe I am just continuing their legacy by choosing to be a hermit myself, or maybe we are hermits because outside over there is just too overwhelming with all its over stimulation, or maybe we are just inherently selfish, or maybe I could go on forever with maybes, which do not change the status quo, and maybe I just like being alone, and it is as simple as that.

All I can say is thank goodness I will be gone.

Here you should insert a whole bunch of snorting in disbelieve, along with much head shaking, for when have I ever followed through with anything, but then again, I am also very fond of low expectations. So this blog is actually just my cup of tea.

Blessings Belinda

 

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You Don’t Say

Okay, I have been trying to catalogue the patterns I have accumulated from various family members so that I can share with anyone who needs a pattern, or maybe I will just sell them. There are around a thousand.

However, selling my things is something I am not usually inclined to do, because I am so often the recipient of generosity with incoming stuff, that I like to do the same with possessions going out. But I am having so much fun with these and their occasional memories, besides if I had the time, I would so love to make them instead.

Anyway, pure self indulgence it would be, to make clothes that no one would wear.

Because I gotta ask, did men ever really dress like this?

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Note the long cigarette holder 😳

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Is he wearing his polyester bed spread?

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My daughter assures me that yes, this was a thing, but why?

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This is just wrong on so many levels, the Apache look, really 😧

 

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Women have their share of what where you thinking too, like those pants, but still it doesn’t begin to come close to what I am seeing for men. Maybe the women in my family used the clothes they made to get back at their men for something, and they guilted them into wearing because of their tireless effort. Yep that must be it, torture by attire.

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I wish I had possessed this pattern in my twenties, it would have been my go to dress…sigh

I did find many patterns that took me down memory lane such as…

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I still have this dress, the one in yellow, but mine is pink. There are pictures of me wearing it with a tiny pink Angora beret, my mom always did have style.

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This little apron was amazing. The felt decorations buttoned on, and I only got to wear it on a holiday over my school dresses. Yes we did have to dress this way to go to school, Mary Janes and all.

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School clothes 🤓

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First communion

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The black one was for fifth grade graduation, along with white patent leather gogo boots of course.

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Then things begin to change and these were my summer clothes between fifth and sixth grade and by middle school the rules changed and girls could wear pants and sneakers to school.

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More memories, eighth grade graduation, long dresses seem to come and go routinely. It was difficult to go to the Disneyland party wearing this, but it was lovely.

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I was planning on making this for high school prom but was told it was inappropriate. My oh my how things have changed since then.

College days

Well this is getting long, but what the heck ☺️

I am very curious how these work? I am going to have to make one for my soon to be granddaughter to find out.

Along with some of these.

And she could have the best dressed doll in town 💕

Thinking of dolls, I think I will take a few of the ones I really want to make like…..

Hollly Hobbie and….

Wee Willie Winkie and….

Make large dolls to put them on. But then who do I foist the dolls off on 🤔

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Whose waist is that small 🤨

 

 

So much fun to be had.

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Hammer Time, can’t touch this!

If you made it all the way to here, I am full of wonder and praise for your amazing perseverance. Happy day, Belinda

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Quiet Riot

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I am proud to be a part of the quiet riot which is occurring across our great nation. We are not taking to the streets and causing mayhem and destruction, rather we are using the tools provided by the founding fathers of this country, which is built upon the freedom to be different.

And I intend to continue to be heard, regardless of the ongoing din of nonsense and silly talk. I will quietly, but diligently, weld my sword of rights: the right to vote, the right to bear arms, the right of freedom of expression, and freedom from a state imposed religion.

I hope you noticed that I listed voting first, for in this republic it is the most powerful weapon available to us, so I suggest we all continue to use it often and wisely.

Do not let complacency in the coming good times, silence us all…..sigh

(A repost from the past, but it is so important to vote. Do not let the screamers make you burrow)

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50:10 Beauty Unaware

10) A letter to your 16 year old self. What advice would you give?

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Do not let others define your body image, having a muscular body, rather than twig limbs is not the same as excess body fat. So instead of feeling shame, revel in your ability to run for miles, climb, jump, lift, and so on so forth.

Besides, if you keep your strength, you can squash like a bug, anyone who dares to point and laugh when your relaxed muscular thighs spread when you sit down, and really, anyone that daft should just be ignored and pitied for pea brain they are.

However that level of comfort with yourself is unfortunately far in the future, so for now, go ahead and sit on them, with your precious beyond rubies, muscle bound, thunder thighs.

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Peace and Onion Tea

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Whenever my one of mother’s days became too chaotic, she would sigh and wistfully murmur, how lovely it would be to have a wee bit of peace and onion tea, and as a child it seemed to me that it must be the ultimate of concoctions.

Of course now as an adult, I know that she was wishing for peace and unity among her seven children, however I like to ignore that kernel of knowing, and remember instead my unfulfilled desire for that ever elusive onion tea of peace and quiet.

Recently though I have come close, as I sit in front of my large picture window and watch the hummingbirds, butterflies, and our adventurous rabbit, bebop, flit, and flurry in the sun, shining on the wonder my front yard has become.

Thus I am ever so thankful for my own splendiferous batch of frequently load and chaotic offspring, who have given me my own little piece of paradise, and all without having to choke down some horrific onion tea first.

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