All The World Is Love





Alfred Eisenstaedt's "Parisian Children Riding a Merry Go Round In a Playground"

 

What is the name of that affliction from which I suffer?

All one has to do is mention a Word or a Phrase and suddenly I'm Singing a Song.

It's more than an Earworm.

It's actually quite pleasant...for me anyway. I'm sure it drives everyone near me cray cray..

 I choose from the playlist in my brain and sing the song around and around and around in my head until another song comes along.

Does that ever happen to you?

Please tell me that it does.

Really. I'm not insane. My mother had me tested. Click here

 

Click Here to Look & Listen

 

All that the adorable Jane from Flight Platform Living had to do was mention Carousel and I started singing along with the Hollies. Round and round and round and round.... 

And since I'm feeling rather 60's and the temperatures are in the 80's

This is what I'm wearing:

1960's model pose

 

 1960's model pose

 



Made from this pattern. Copyright 1963.

Fabric purchased here

 

Turquoise earrings from a hippie store in Ventura, California
Orthopedic sandals by Easy Spirit
Prescription sunglasses by Marc Jacobs

 

Riding along on the CAROUSEL at Shiny T Tuesday.

See how I did that?

 I'm also Showing My Style for Canadian Thanksgiving with the Belle Ariane at

Style Sud-Est

By the Time I Got To Woodstock

There is this Moment in your Life when Real Events that You have Actually Experienced start to show up in History Books.

It is very strange and surreal when this happens and it makes you feel very important yet very old.

 

 

One of my husband's coworkers asked if her nephew could interview him for a history project.

They are studying the 1960's in history class and this kid was doing his report on The Woodstock Music Festival.

And my husband went to Woodstock. Yep. The actual Woodstock. His favorite band was Ten Years After. He and his friends brought sandwiches from home. They slept in the mud. Isn't that cute?

Here's his ticket as proof:

 

There was so much chaos that the organizers just stopped collecting tickets!

 

My husband is a teensy bit older than I am. I was too young too attend on my own and too old to be one of those cute kids that went with their parents...not that my parents would EVER go to Woodstock. Plus I lived on the other side of the country. And I didn't even know it existed until the movie came out. I loved the Woodstock movie. Have you seen it?  My favorite part of the film is when Canned Heat performs. Here's a little clip that I think you might enjoy. Click Here

 

Somewhere out there is my future husband



My husband doesn't have any pictures of himself and his friends at Woodstock. Unlike kids today, in the 1960's we didn't carry cameras or phones around with us everywhere. We just lived life for the moment, Baby...mostly undocumented.

But if you do like to look at photos of the 1960's you might enjoy the book "Hippie" by Barry Miles. The kids and I gave it to my husband a couple of years ago just to remind him of how super groovy he was...IS.

 

 

 

As I mentioned, I did not attend Woodstock. But if I had, I would like to have worn something like this:

Once again made from this pattern. Long this time.
 

Communing with Nature.

Groovin on the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.

Grazin in the Grass. It's a Gas. Baby can you Dig It?
Granny Dress made by Me
 Peace Sign Earrings from Sundance
Ivy Wreath and Butterfly from Micheal's

 

 

 I tried to take a picture of a real Butterfly but I wasn't fast enough. They are just so ELUSIVE!

 

Hooking up with Janey and the Insects at Shiny T Tuesday.

 Also hooking up with Patti and the Gals at Visible Monday

 

WISHING YOU ALL PEACE & LOVE & MUSIC & BUTTERFLIES

The Doctor Will See You Now

Catching up on the latest magazines.

 

I Spend A Lot of Time in Waiting Rooms.

If you don't know why, you can find out here.

It seems like someone is always asking me to lie down and/or take off my clothes.

And I have to pay THEM for the honor!

 

This is my brain on drugs.

 

So I can either schlump in the door wearing baggy sweats or I can try to look cute.

As the Mahvelous Fernando Lamas famously said,

"It is better to look good than to feel good."

So I try to look good. But looking good is not always comfortable.

I find that a short sleeved or sleeveless tunic with leggings just works best.

Easy On. Easy Off.

Short sleeves so they can get that blood pressure cuff on or take some blood..uh oh...Hold on. I feel light headed. Head between Knees..uhhh..Ok. I feel better. Wheh!

Where was I? Oh yeah.

And leggings so I can kick my legs up in the air when I go out for my post check-up cocktail. Wheeee...

 

Sewing Machine to the rescue. 

 

This is a riff on a dress from the early 90's. I made scads of these for my pregnant self and my toddler daughter back in the day.

 

I simply take a boxy men's t-shirt. I used a Hanes Men's ComfortSoft tee from Target, three to a package. Gather up some fabric like I'm making a skirt. Then attach the skirt to the t-shirt.  Et Voila!

 I added pockets because I MUST HAVE POCKETS!

 

The Necklace is a Healing Crystal from a hippie store. Do I believe in Crystals? Not really. But lots of people do. I think Crystals are very pretty. And basically at this point I will take all the help I can get!

Do you believe in the healing power of Crystals?

  

I am wearing Flip Flops. Flip Flops are ALMOST SHOES!!!

Do I look like an aging toddler? Maybe. Do I care? Nope.

 Do I look a little pregnant here? Possibly. Good. It will give the other people in the waiting room something to ponder.

 "Is that grey haired lady REALLY pregnant? My my...the miracles of Modern Science."

 

Showing My Style over at the AMAZING ARIANE'S!!!!

&

I have been Inspired to join JANE'S PARTY at SHINY T TUESDAY!!!!

 



Yarn Bombed

When I drove by this stop sign in my neighborhood I Jumped Right out of the Car.

Somebody had Yarn Bombed the Stop Sign!!

I knew this was going on all over the world but San Diego can be a bit..okay..a LOT conservative so I never expected to see it here. But here it is. And there are others here as well.

Sign poles by Crochet Grenade.

A fire hydrant. Again by the awesome Crochet Grenade.

 Arrrrgh. photo by Marc Fredrickson

I just knew that I HAD TO yarn bomb something. Now the po-po are on the hunt for the elusive Bryan who does the flower stop signs.  I have enough problems without having to add jail time to my resume so I decided to yarn bomb the tree in my own front yard.

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I wanted to do Black and White Stripes like this because I am Yipes Stripes NUTS about Black and White Stripes which you already know if you have ever visited my Stripe-Me-Up Pinterest Board.

So I measured the tree and bought the yarn and.....

we moved to another house before I even got started. Augh! I haven't yarn bombed yet. Which is pretty typical for me. I have piles and piles of unfinished knitting projects: Sweaters that have GONE out of style and COME BACK into style and I still haven't finished them. Sweaters that my children outgrew before I ever finished knitting them. Sweaters with Shoulder Pads. Shoulder Pads!!! We're talking mid 80's. All unfinished. So I can add yarn bombing to my list of unfinished projects. Sigh..

I finally ended up using the yarn to make Pancake a little sweater. A Completed Project!

So I guess you could say that I Yarn Bombed the Dog!

PS

This week I'm attempting to link up with both Patti at Not Dead Yet Style and Jane at Flight Platform Living. Jane's prompt for this week's Shiny T Tuesday is: UNDENIABLY ME.

Here I am wearing an outfit that I have had FOREVER starting a project that I will probably NEVER FINISH. So Typically ME.

Hat bought in Venice Beach, California about 19 years ago.
Mexican blouse bought from a vendor on Olvera Street in Los Angeles at LEAST 30 years ago.
Denim cut offs from Banana Republic Outlet jeans about 6 or 7 years old.
Reefs flip flops about 5 years old.
Vintage Ray Ban sunglasses.

Here's a close up of the Mexican Blouse with its beautiful hand embroidery. See why I've kept it forever?

 

My Turf

Welcome to My New Home.

 

This lovely face will greet you at the door.

A much nicer face than mine if I answer the door first thing in the morning with major bed head and pillow creases all over my un-made-up face. Eek!

 

Besides, the former owners left a palm tree shaped Mezuzah on the door so she can watch over it. So cool. I've never had a Mezuzah before. Maybe it will keep the LDS folks away. Sorry LDS brothers and sisters. You are very friendly but I will never join your religion. Good Luck to you anyway :-)

 

There is a sweet little park behind my house so let's take a peek at it.

 

 

 

 

There's my little Pancake going for a walk in the park.

 

This is the balcony of the house across the street. Isn't it pretty?

 

And here I am with my binoculars, checking out the neighbors. You just Never Know who might be living next door.

 

white linen dress bought with my employee discount when I was a sales slave at Eileen Fisher
black tank and shorts from when I was a Pilates Instructor
bare feet. I'm not in shoes yet but at least I'm upright

And here I am showing you my bike shorts. I was so very kindly invited to join Shiny T Tuesday over at Flight Platform Living. The theme is "anything on anything" so I have chosen White on Black or....Dress on Shorts or....Spying on Neighbors.

Thank You Jane. I Love You. This is my first time ever doing this.