Let's just assume that I never watched Golden Girls as it originally aired, when I was a kid. Let's just assume I just started watching it for the first time, ever. Let's maybe say that I have become somewhat obsessed with it. Perhaps even maybe I've started referring to Blanche, Dorothy, Sophia and Rose as if they were my awesome lady friends. Crazy, right? Welcome to my world. Miami, Florida...pastels everywhere...bamboo furniture. Ahhh...yes.
Something I didn't expect was that the show seems to be affecting my personal aesthetic. I want ice cream colored pastels, large earrings, bamboo everything, and most of all, I want Blanche's bedroom wallpaper. Madly, deeply NEED Blanche's bedroom wallpaper.
I went to the flea market with some friends over the weekend, and though I was just barely able to walk away from a bamboo living room furniture set that was the cousin to the set used on the show, I could not ward off all the big, pastel, vintage earrings. Look at these lovelies. I think the (Golden) Girls would be proud.
The white feather earrings are from the 50's. They are plastic clip on earrings in which the feather goes up your ear. They do not hang down from your ear. This is a little too much for me, seeing as how I'm not a Vegas showgirl. But I do love them enough to make them into a fabulous hair clip.
The gold pair are something very new for me. Namely: gold. I haven't worn gold for 30 years. This year seems to be my year to make peace with it. I'm cautiously exploring a relationship.
Then I bought these. Just to prove that I'm still a badass.
We also stopped in to a shop that is too odd for words. It is essentially a huge pile of junk contained in a very small warehouse like building. You can't imagine the things they have there. Piles of sewing notions, reels of movie film (including about one billion copies of Judge Dredd), the earth's supply of drinking glasses, and everything is coated in dust and dirt and...time. I unearthed one little cutie that I could not bear to leave behind to that world of ruin. This Christmas mouse.
I'm pretty sure he's the mouse from the poem 'Twas the Night Before Christmas'. He's not stirring, "Note how the hand never touches the spoon!"
On another note, I walked outside the other day and heard a duck. Like, a very close duck, quacking. We have geese fly over all the time and you hear them honking. But this was not a goose, it was a duck and it was...on my neighbor's roof.
Loud and proud. I see mallard ducks in our neighborhood sometimes. Which is odd because the nearest water is the Erie Canal and it' at least a mile away. They hang around under crazy bird feeder lady's bird feeders. They also roost in trees, did you know? I was walking to my car one day and saw a lady mallard fly up into a tree. I went over for a look because I couldn't imagine such a thing. Then I saw it, in a hole up in a tree, with it's nest and it's babies. Surreal. I grew up out in the country and didn't see shit this weird.
So, In Summary:
Is Dorothy Your Favorite? Dorothy Is My Favorite.
Junk Drawer Gone Horribly Wrong.
Ducks. Who Knew?
Let's Talk More About Blanche's Bedroom Wallpaper.
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