Thursday, April 28, 2016

Fun with mannequins

Not sure what is going on here, but.....this looks more like window UN-dressing to me...



(vintage clothing store in Westport) 




Saturday, April 23, 2016

Baseball Card Store

Today I found a store that sells baseball cards. It's called, "The Baseball Card Store."  It was just by luck that I found it at all. I was in a part of town I don't normally go to, getting an oil change, because my regular oil change guy has a nasty skydiving habit, and so when I went by his place at 3:00 pm in the afternoon, it was dark and deserted.

So I'm sitting there in this tiny lobby, waiting for my oil change, when I noticed a sign outside advertising all the businesses in the strip mall behind the lube shop, and I saw the words "The Baseball Card Store." Of course I had to check it out.

I am hopelessly attached to cultural practices that predate the internet age and that are in danger of going extinct. Is there any place in today's world for the quaint act of collecting little squares of cardstock bearing baseball players' photos and stats? I don't know....I was just glad to see it hasn't completely died off yet and that there is a whole store devoted to it.


As you walk in, you can see you have found the motherlode:




Where else can you find a baseball card vending machine?




   Of course reverence must be paid to his Royalness George Brett    




Some of the more specialer cards are kept behind glass



They had a whole table-full of Royals World Series bobbleheads, selling for around $30. Not a bad price. I noticed there was an abundance of Johnny Cueto bobbleheads available!    

Friday, April 22, 2016

I'm So Darn Resourceful!



Got to work and realized to my horror I'd left my lipstick at home. And my lip pencil which had always been my back-up had broke and I'd thrown it out. What ever was I to do?

Then I tried brushing my powder blush on my lips, and it worked. Good enough, anyway, to keep me from looking bloodless. A resourceful gal always finds a way!      

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

I'm Going to Miss the YELLING

I guess I like the old, clunky ways.

The National Weather Service is going to stop "yelling" at us in all caps when treacherous weather approaches.

Like this:

SUPERCELL PRODUCING SOFTBALL-SIZE HAIL. TAKE COVER IMMEDIATELY.


    They say they no longer need to shout because announcements don't go out by telegraph anymore.     Maybe that's true, but I like the slightly alarmist tone of their blocky capitalized font. It                       conjures up old meteorologists with their barometric pressure gauges and their weather balloons.         And I for one, find that a comfort, in the face of a nasty storm.