Feeling Nostalgic
Some of the knitting was set aside for a time so I could contribute some crocheted squares for an afghan. Now that those are completed, I'm trying to get back on top of the To Do List. At least one project was completed rather quickly:
This is my somewhat thrown-together version of the Pastel Marley hat from Itty Bitty Hats. I think it turned out OK. But, if this project has taught me anything, it's that often random-seeming stripes or texture sequences need a little planning to achieve the right look. Next time I think I'll follow the pattern.
One thing I love about summer is the Farmer's Market and fresh produce. When I was young we would go visit my grandparents in rural Georgia during the summer. Granny was a fantastic cook and favored tried and true southern food. I remember snapping peas on the cement carport, and walking down to her catfish pond to catch, and then prepare and fry up our dinner. I also remember shucking corn and using a scrub brush to get off all the "silks," the filaments that are inside the husks and sometimes cling to the cobb. I thought of her this weekend when I got some fresh corn and prepared it. Maybe a bit more work than the canned variety, but SO good!
Last Saturday I went out to a Lindy Hop dance. It's a swing dance similar to the West Coast swing I usually prefer, but a lot more energetic. A few years ago I thought about brushing up on it, but the timing wasn't right--I had just gotten off a dance team and wanted to put more energy into non-dancing activities for a while. Now I've had my break, usually only dancing once or twice a month, and I'm eager to go out more frequently and learn something new. So with more than a little excitement I prepared for a night out at a new place. The dance code tends to range from super casual, especially with the well-represented college set, to heavily 1940s inspired. For a big event guys have been known to show up in vintage WWII uniforms, and the girls in print dresses with pin curled hair.
So I did a little research, mostly on hair and makeup from the period.
After road testing some swept up rolls, I went with a simple (and
heavily bobby-pinned) style with the back brushed out and rolled on a
jumbo curling iron. Makeup then was pretty simple: pale and heavily
powdered face, clean eye makeup with a strong line of black liner, and
a defined mouth, usually a shade of red. Normally a lipgloss girl, I
was a little concerned about my mouth full of red lipstick migrating
all over my face. Following instructions from a movie makeup site, I
did a multi-step process that involved prepping with chapstick, lining
the entire lip with a matching lip liner, a thin layer of loose powder,
a layer of lipstick, blotting and then powdering, followed by another
layer of lipstick. And I'm here to tell ya, those red lips were
bulletproof, people. I went, I danced, I sweated, my hair fuzzed and I
pulled it back with an elastic.....but when I got home, the lips were still red.
Our grandmothers clearly knew a thing or two about looking sexy, whether they were working in a factory as a Rosie the Riveter or welcoming their soldiers home in a housedress. Next project: asking Grandma Parker to help me with finger waves.
This is my somewhat thrown-together version of the Pastel Marley hat from Itty Bitty Hats. I think it turned out OK. But, if this project has taught me anything, it's that often random-seeming stripes or texture sequences need a little planning to achieve the right look. Next time I think I'll follow the pattern.
One thing I love about summer is the Farmer's Market and fresh produce. When I was young we would go visit my grandparents in rural Georgia during the summer. Granny was a fantastic cook and favored tried and true southern food. I remember snapping peas on the cement carport, and walking down to her catfish pond to catch, and then prepare and fry up our dinner. I also remember shucking corn and using a scrub brush to get off all the "silks," the filaments that are inside the husks and sometimes cling to the cobb. I thought of her this weekend when I got some fresh corn and prepared it. Maybe a bit more work than the canned variety, but SO good!
Last Saturday I went out to a Lindy Hop dance. It's a swing dance similar to the West Coast swing I usually prefer, but a lot more energetic. A few years ago I thought about brushing up on it, but the timing wasn't right--I had just gotten off a dance team and wanted to put more energy into non-dancing activities for a while. Now I've had my break, usually only dancing once or twice a month, and I'm eager to go out more frequently and learn something new. So with more than a little excitement I prepared for a night out at a new place. The dance code tends to range from super casual, especially with the well-represented college set, to heavily 1940s inspired. For a big event guys have been known to show up in vintage WWII uniforms, and the girls in print dresses with pin curled hair.
So I did a little research, mostly on hair and makeup from the period.
After road testing some swept up rolls, I went with a simple (and
heavily bobby-pinned) style with the back brushed out and rolled on a
jumbo curling iron. Makeup then was pretty simple: pale and heavily
powdered face, clean eye makeup with a strong line of black liner, and
a defined mouth, usually a shade of red. Normally a lipgloss girl, I
was a little concerned about my mouth full of red lipstick migrating
all over my face. Following instructions from a movie makeup site, I
did a multi-step process that involved prepping with chapstick, lining
the entire lip with a matching lip liner, a thin layer of loose powder,
a layer of lipstick, blotting and then powdering, followed by another
layer of lipstick. And I'm here to tell ya, those red lips were
bulletproof, people. I went, I danced, I sweated, my hair fuzzed and I
pulled it back with an elastic.....but when I got home, the lips were still red. Our grandmothers clearly knew a thing or two about looking sexy, whether they were working in a factory as a Rosie the Riveter or welcoming their soldiers home in a housedress. Next project: asking Grandma Parker to help me with finger waves.
poker-online free