I’m hunting with Ashley Sisk with my prompts in my head. These were not easy prompts for me and I really struggled most with Show Me Your Style. I had to think about my style. Did I have one? I guess everyone does, but I couldn’t readily name mine. I asked my husband what he would answer if someone asked him what his style was and he said, “Boring?” I laughed out loud. We definitely live a slower pace these days and, I guess, for good reason. Davy Jones died this week at age 66 and Andrew Breitbart at 43. Our hearts just can’t take that fast circulation. So slowly I am going to post my pictures for…
4. Show Me Your Style
I have to share this routine with you. Every day, I mean, every single day between 3:00 pm and 4:00 pm our shih-tzu, Mickey begins to whine to go outside for a walk. Do you see his little head in the very bottom right corner. He is looking at his “dad” and saying, “Come on. It’s time to go.” He will keep it up until my husband gets off his recliner, puts the collar and leash on the dog and walks him. You can see by my husband’s expression that he enjoys the banter.
My husband comes from a long line of Celts and many times when he is working at his desk you can hear the bagpipes and Celtic women filling his workspace with what he considers the music of heaven. Second son, Samuel, has been known to don a kilt made with cloth denoting his ancestral tartan and dance the Irish jig with the best of them if he can get a good fiddler to pick up a bow. Ah, like father, like son!
I know this isn’t high tech, but I found it fascinating, nonetheless. On my walk Wednesday with a local Ashley, we passed two men who were blowing wood chips and mulch into a fine netting to make curbing along our bike path. It prevented the ground from being washed away along the path and probably guided bikers to stay on the path better, as well. I think it looks like a giant sausage! We could call this prompt Men at Play!
Show Me Your Style
This is my friend, Lisa, and I. We went to the local Panera Bread for a cup of their marvelous hazelnut coffee. Anyway, she was willing to participate in my crazy scavenger hunt adventure and so she posed with me for Show Me Your Style. It is no surprise to those who know me that my style is utilitarian. Check out my idea of a purse: my keys and club member cards attached to a change purse. Notice, on the other hand, Lisa’s chic two-tone bag that reflected the restaurant surroundings off its shiny surface. Lisa wears a coordinated scarf with fringe knotted perfectly around her neck. I wear a shamrock-speckled nylon drape thrown haphazardly around mine. It’s hard to hide one’s style or, in my case, lack thereof. What a fun afternoon! Thanks, Lisa!
If you look closely, you will note that my hubcaps are mismatched. Actually, I have driven without the front hubcap for about 6 months. On my dog run this week I noticed this hubcap lying by the side of the road. I dutifully placed it upright along a fence where it could be seen if someone noticed they lost it and retraced their steps to get it. After a couple of days no one retrieved it so I took it. It doesn’t match, but it looks much better than a black wheel with no hubcap. THAT is a real mismatch. THIS–not so bad!
And so, it is Friday night and I have completed my hunting. It was a challenge! I can’t wait to see what everyone else did this week!
Going out to look around,