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todayiamadaisy) wrote2011-01-26 10:44 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2011-01-26 10:44 pm
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My Teepee Sweater
The sounds of summer: the irregular plock of the tennis on TV in the background, punctuated by me saying, 'Shut up, Jim Courier!' on a regular basis. Still, he wasn't the commentator who said earlier today that Kim Clijsters is such a great player because 'she knows to keeps hitting the ball'. If only someone had told me that when I was on the Purnim Girls Under 11 team.
Today is a holiday, being Australia Day. Yet again, I have not been made Australian of the Year. This year, it's a businessman philanthropist. Who'd have thought you have to do things to be nominated? It seems my plan of getting it by being a law-abiding citizen who doesn't bother anyone just isn't going to work. Back to the drawing board.
Yesterday I spent a pleasant few minutes watching the baby crow wandering around the garden, picking up leaves and poking its head into nooks and crannies. Later I found my capsicum plants pulled out and strewn around the vegetable patch. No names, but I think the culprit is small and black and goes caw. This morning I went to Bunnings (a hardware/plant nursery chain) to see if they had capsicum seedlings, since it's probably too late in the year to grow more from seed. To celebrate Australia Day, they had a little farm zoo out the front. I got to pat a falabella pony and a calf. So that was nice.
What I didn't pat, or go anywhere near, was the world's angriest turkey. It was alone, in quite a big fenced-off area, and it was furious. Hackles up, wings dragging, quivering with rage, and every now and then it would turn around with a great stomp. Turkeys have enormous feet. I've never realised quite how big before.
I also spent a bit more time reading that Baby-sitters Club blog from the other day. Would you like some more late 80s/early 90s tween fashion? I thought so. This is an outfit California casual Dawn put together by borrowing some of crazy artist Claudia's clothes: a white tank top under lavender overalls, lavender push-down socks, lavender high-top sneakers and a beaded Indian belt, which we looped droopily twice around my middle. In my hair we put lavender-and-white clips that looked like birds....
The only boy baby-sitter, Logan, getting ready for his job as a camp counsellor: I put on my teepee shorts and teepee polo shirt and tied my teepee sweater casually around my shoulders.
A doctor who treats baby-sitter Mallory wears: bright yellow pants, an electric blue polo shirt, and a visor.
Sophisticated New Yorker Stacey goes to a 'punk' boutique and buys this: a hot pink (fake) silk jacket which fell to my knees, new black leggings, pink-and-black socks, and a black body suit. I planned to wear the outfit with black flats, and to dress it up with some jewelry and maybe a couple of barrettes in my hair. This is not punk, Stacey.
Finally, the most iconic outfit from the whole series of books: the famous cities skirt that Mary Anne wears on her first date with Logan (I hope he wore his teepee sweater casually around his shoulders). It was a full white skirt with the words Paris, Rome, and London, and sketchy pink and blue pictures of the Eiffel Tower, the Tower Bridge, and other stuff scrawled all over it. She matched it up with a pink shirt and a baggy pink sweater... white slip-ons with pink and blue edging that matched the pink and blue in the skirt...
Today is a holiday, being Australia Day. Yet again, I have not been made Australian of the Year. This year, it's a businessman philanthropist. Who'd have thought you have to do things to be nominated? It seems my plan of getting it by being a law-abiding citizen who doesn't bother anyone just isn't going to work. Back to the drawing board.
Yesterday I spent a pleasant few minutes watching the baby crow wandering around the garden, picking up leaves and poking its head into nooks and crannies. Later I found my capsicum plants pulled out and strewn around the vegetable patch. No names, but I think the culprit is small and black and goes caw. This morning I went to Bunnings (a hardware/plant nursery chain) to see if they had capsicum seedlings, since it's probably too late in the year to grow more from seed. To celebrate Australia Day, they had a little farm zoo out the front. I got to pat a falabella pony and a calf. So that was nice.
What I didn't pat, or go anywhere near, was the world's angriest turkey. It was alone, in quite a big fenced-off area, and it was furious. Hackles up, wings dragging, quivering with rage, and every now and then it would turn around with a great stomp. Turkeys have enormous feet. I've never realised quite how big before.
I also spent a bit more time reading that Baby-sitters Club blog from the other day. Would you like some more late 80s/early 90s tween fashion? I thought so. This is an outfit California casual Dawn put together by borrowing some of crazy artist Claudia's clothes: a white tank top under lavender overalls, lavender push-down socks, lavender high-top sneakers and a beaded Indian belt, which we looped droopily twice around my middle. In my hair we put lavender-and-white clips that looked like birds....
The only boy baby-sitter, Logan, getting ready for his job as a camp counsellor: I put on my teepee shorts and teepee polo shirt and tied my teepee sweater casually around my shoulders.
A doctor who treats baby-sitter Mallory wears: bright yellow pants, an electric blue polo shirt, and a visor.
Sophisticated New Yorker Stacey goes to a 'punk' boutique and buys this: a hot pink (fake) silk jacket which fell to my knees, new black leggings, pink-and-black socks, and a black body suit. I planned to wear the outfit with black flats, and to dress it up with some jewelry and maybe a couple of barrettes in my hair. This is not punk, Stacey.
Finally, the most iconic outfit from the whole series of books: the famous cities skirt that Mary Anne wears on her first date with Logan (I hope he wore his teepee sweater casually around his shoulders). It was a full white skirt with the words Paris, Rome, and London, and sketchy pink and blue pictures of the Eiffel Tower, the Tower Bridge, and other stuff scrawled all over it. She matched it up with a pink shirt and a baggy pink sweater... white slip-ons with pink and blue edging that matched the pink and blue in the skirt...