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Is it just Me?
In an Article from USA Today, Arizona News – by Bruce Horovitz
“The economy may be in the dumps, but don’t count out bargain-priced luxury items for the holidays.
That has to be the lesson learned by Target — and its biggest competitors — after a shopping frenzy more typically seen around Thanksgiving repeatedly crashed Target’s website on Tuesday and sent shoppers by the hundreds waiting in line for sales on limited-time offerings on its Missoni for Target collection of clothing, housewares, luggage and even bikes.
“This talks to how people still have a taste for luxury brands, even if they can’t afford them,” says Pam Danziger, president of Unity Marketing and author of Putting the Luxe Back in Luxury. While most folks might not be able to shop on New York’s Fifth Avenue or at Neiman Marcus, she says, who can’t afford a trip to Target?”
I love Target, I do. The fact that it’s still an American company thrills me to no end. My daughter and I were going to take a little trip to Target yesterday to stock up her dorm room on stuff she was running out of. One can never have too many buckets of Twizzlers, power bars and bottled water. Turns out she had too many things to do on campus so we nixed the trip. It’s a good thing, because apparently it was a mob scene for the above mentioned reason.
I don’t get it. Is it me?.. or is it kinda outdated looking. The Mod Squad comes to mind. No offense if you really like this stuff, inquiring minds would like to know.
Misty Morn
oooh, those shoes!…
This baby girl came to visit This Old House with her momma and grandma a few days ago. I remember when her mother was just a little older than she, building kitten corales out of twigs and planting daffodils on the trail between our houses. Her grandmother and I spent a long chilly night sipping Irish Coffee up in the hayloft of their newly built barn, a “hayloft sleepover” for our girls. There may have been a few tipsy trips down the hayloft ladder in the middle of the night to relieve ourselves of all that irish coffee. Just keeping it real here.
Are you a Serial Decorator?
I come from a line of women who take decorating for the seasons very seriously. My grandmother Elsie got so into it, at christmas time there were little red bows on the family photos, let alone the tree and trimmings, etc. I don’t go bow crazy, but I have inherited the decorating gene.
Over the years I have visited homes where there is no evidence of the season or the impending holiday, and I always find that sad. Not that there is anything wrong with not decorating… heck, it’s work, it’s clutter, it’s a dust collector. But there’s something about the “stuff” that warms the heart and hearth. During one very stressful year a while back, I let the decorating take a back seat to more pressing needs. Immediately my family started in. “When are you going to decorate? How come nothings out? “….. “Where’s the stuff?”
I whipped the stuff out for fall today. Halloween stuff comes out October 1st. Am I nutz to start this early? Lakeside Feed in Guilford doesn’t think so. I went there to inspect some hay today and was delighted to see all their pumpkins. For those of you who are local, this is a wonderful family business to buy your hay, grain and pet supplies from. They’re located in beautiful North Guilford, farm country.
My new runner,which I adore. Some of you might have ironed it before putting it on the table. That’s where I draw the line. Or leave them in the cloth. 🙂
Outside on the front step, I’ve planted chocolate leaf coral bells and vine that will withstand some colder temps, and stuck fake paper lanterns in just because. I’m not particularly fond of fake flowers, but sometimes they do the trick where you need one.
Happiness is…
Shark!
There are a few things in just about everyone’s life that give them the willies. I love MOST creatures great and small. The two exceptions are alligators/crocs and sharks. Just can’t get past the fact that up against one of those babies, I don’t stand a chance of charming my way through the experience. And so I will never live on or near a glade in Florida where there is the possibility of an alligator climbing up out of the waterway to see what’s on my b-b-q grill or at the end of my dog leash. AND.. whenever I’m in or near the ocean, which is frequent because I do love it so…. I’m on my guard for sharks. Martha’s Vineyard is one of my favorite places on earth… except for the shark possibilities.
Come sit on the porch….
One of my favorite pleasures in life is the simple act of porch sitting, especially on a rainy day like today. It’s as if the porch beckons you to just sit for a while, stop the whirlwind that is life, and just observe, breathe, be still. How often do we give ourselves permission to do so.
We had a little porch with a slate floor at the front of my childhood home. I fondly remember sitting on the porch with a coloring book and crayons or cookies and milk, watching the rain come down. In the early years, the smell of my dad’s tobacco pipe, my mother’s music…usually Kris Krisofferson and Rita Coolidge, or Peter, Paul & Mary… Simon & Garfunkel.. playing inside on the record player. Those songs stay with me today… Who’s to Bless and Who’s to blame…. Silver Tongued Devil and I… Homeward bound… Bridge over troubled water..
Sometimes we’d have no choice but to watch the neighbors across the way as they sat on their porch… arguing… Joe and Virginia… an old Italian couple who kept a very tidy little house and garden. They couldn’t stand each other but oh, could they grow a mean tomato.
So while we’re sitting on my porch, let’s talk. Thank you all for your very conscientious and insightful comments left on my blog regarding goods made in the USA. We’re in a real predicament, we Americans. I truly believe this is one way we can answer our own problems. The government and big corporations arent’ going to do it for us, we need to take our own stand, send the message ourselves. Buy American whenever possible, buy local produce, frequent mom & pop shops and restaurants and forgo the chains… let’s just do it. I went to Bob’s yesterday to look for sneakers for my son. I saw lots of tops I’d like to buy for myself, all MADE IN CHINA. *sigh* It’s not going to be easy, but we can do it more often than not. It starts with just one simple act.
Plans for the next Dog Days Adoption Event at Parmelee Farm are under way. Three weeks to go, lots of funds to raise, plans to make, and things to bake for our Bid, Barter and Bake sale. The last one held in Essex was a big success.. $2,000 raised in one day, all paid for the Mystic Valley event last weekend, where ALL dogs were adopted. Amen. Thank you to my blog friends who donated to the cause. You rock! … For those of you who are local and reading my blog, if you’re a baker, or if you have a household item we can add to our Bid Barter Bake sale on August 20th, contact me at karenthisoldhouse@hotmail.com and I’ll be more than happy to pick up the baked item or household item the day before the sale. (August 19th).
I hope you’re all getting some respite from the heat and dry spells across the country… we’re seeing steady rain since last night around midnight and it is so refreshing, even for the horses.
This is what my kitchen looks like since the farm stand can’t open due to the weather.
Made in the Good Ole USA
I don’t know enough of the hardcore facts to sound really intelligent here and articulate exactly what I want to say regarding the United States of America and it’s current economic perdicament. I think I can safely say we are in hot water and need to make the number one priority to start taking care of business at home. I feel for other countries in need of aid, I do. But we aren’t taking care of our own, and that’s just long-run suicidal if you ask me.
I got an e-mail a few days back that made me think more than twice about something related. I started walking around the house picking things up, seeing where they were made. Where the jobs were to make them.
Big Sky Country
We don’t live out West, known as big sky country… but we sure have some beautiful sky shows around here sometimes… Last night a storm blew in and blew out… leaving an amber glow and then these strange but beautiful clouds….