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What to Wear on Wrist to Forehead Sunday

Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I am hoping to get a blog post published before what may be our final rehearsal for Secrets at Suiter House, the murder mystery we are doing to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society.  Do I know all my lines?  Do we have all the props?  Ooh, we totally do not have all the props.  Well, I will work on that during the coming week.

In the meantime, I am progressing on the next murder mystery, Spring into Murder, for Morning Star Methodist Church in Ilion on April 28.  I think I have a full cast now, if one more person says yes.  And if we can coordinate rehearsals.  I have remembered that I do not particularly like rehearsing on Sunday.  But one does what one must; it is a well known fact that the show must go on!

Oh dear, this is a very dull post.  I have not even shared any new information.  That is another reason why I am poised with my wrist to my forehead, ready to swoon.  I suppose I could take a selfie with my Tablet, so you could really get the picture, but I am not really dressed for swooning.  What does one wear to swoon?  I am thinking a negligee, something with lots of flowy draperies.  Then I need a pair of those mules, with heels and a fluffy thing on the toe.  You know what I mean.

Now I am laughing at myself.  I don’t exactly have a costume for the next murder mystery but I am figuring out what to wear while I have one of my dithery personal crises.  In fact, I just sent my husband, Steven, upstairs to figure out what he might wear.   I asked everybody to bring or wear costumes to rehearsal today.  I am going to bring my back-up outfit, which I think will end up being just fine.

Between laughing at myself and reflecting that my back-up outfit will probably be OK, I am feeling increasingly less inclined to swoon.  But I’ll let you know when I get dramatic again.  Happy Sunday, everyone.

 

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That Elusive Fabulous Outfit

I think I mentioned that part of my Scattered Saturday yesterday was spent searching for a fabulous outfit to wear as Philomena Billingsford, wealthy philanthropist, in Secrets at Suiter House, the murder mystery soon to be presented as a fundraiser for the Herkimer County Historical Society.  I was unsuccessful, but I have time. What I have less time for, though, is to come up with something to wear TODAY!

We are going to an event as soon as Steven gets home from work.  I am getting a little worried, though, because our friend, Kim, who was supposed to drive, has not gotten back to me.  Of course it is no problem to drive or even walk there ourselves, but these things are far more fun with a friend.  As soon as I figure out what to wear.

The event in question is St. Anthony Crusader’s Annual Wine Tasting.  Hobby and professional wine makers offer samples of their wares, which will also be adjudicated by professional judges.  It runs from 1 to 3:30 p.m. today at the Herkimer, NY, VFW, I add in case I hit Publish and anybody reads this in time to go.  It should be a lot of fun; it has been in past years.

Cost is $10.  There are also prizes and raffles.  We did not win anything last year, but I won a beautiful necklace and earrings donated by Weisser’s Jewelers one year.  Ooh, maybe that should make up part of my fabulous outfit.

Anyways, this is my Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  After all, what could be more swoon-worthy than having nothing to wear to a fun event coming up in — just over an hour!  Yikes!  Gotta go!

 

I Might Actually Swoon This Time

Oh, it is late for me to be posting on a Sunday, even a Wrist to Forehead Sunday, which this definitely is.  Alas!  Alack!  Oh woe is me!  Yes, I am being dramatic.  We’ve discussed this.  It is what I do.

Earlier we had another rehearsal for Secrets at Suiter House, the murder mystery we are doing to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society.  Before that, Steven and I were at a Chinese Auction to benefit H.A.L.O., the cat rescue organization. I donated an afghan.  We won a basket of beanie babies.  Fun times!  Earlier yet, we had breakfast at The Knight Spot in Frankfort.

So you see, I have a number of topics for a real post.  Can I manage to write one.  NO!  That is why I am poised, the back of my wrist against my forehead, about to swoon in anguish.  If only I had a chaise lounge to swoon upon, my life would be perfect.  Instead I shall have to make do with a couch.  It is almost impossible to type while holding that about-to-swoon pose, and even more so when one is actually swooning.  Oh, OK, I will admit it:  I have never actually swooned.  I don’t even usually make the about-to-swoon pose. Yes, wrist to forehead is just an expression.

“Real post”  is just an expression, too.  I am going to hit “Publish.” Some people might read this nonsense.  If so, I hope they find some amount of entertainment from it.  As for me, I shall try for a better blog post tomorrow. Happy Sunday, folks.  

 

Wrist to Forehead Sunday: Oscar Edition

Like I know anything about the Oscars.  My husband, Steven, has always been a big Oscar fan and is quite knowledgeable about The Academy.  As regular readers know, I am more enamored of old cheesy horror movies.  Oh, I like some Oscar movies.  In fact, of recent movies, I certainly like Oscar movies better than huge, effects-heavy actioners or superhero movies, or asinine comedies replete with toilet humor.  I can’t say I’m a snob, given my love of William Castle and Roger Corman.  Let’s say my tastes are.. not mainstream.

All that said, when we had a chance to see all or most of the main Oscar nominees, we did.  Ever since we returned to the Mohawk Valley, however, it has not been so easy.  Sometimes it just seems such an effort to get to the area cinemas, even when they show the films we want to see.  Munson Williams shows movies, but even getting to Utica can be problematic, especially given Steven’s work hours.

Oh, don’t accuse me of whining. I suppose I am whining, but I don’t mean to be. After all, one does not whine on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  One swoons, in a dramatic fashion, the back of one’s wrist against one’s forehead, because life has become too much to be borne.  Alas!  Alack the day! You call that whining?  I call that an honest, if slightly exaggerated, response to the trauma of life.

So, on the brighter side, I get to stay up and watch the Oscars, because I have tomorrow off.  Normally I go to bed early on Sunday, to recruit my energies for the week ahead.  Additionally, I have taken two short naps today.  I feel in fine, TV-viewing fettle.  On the dimmer side, I have not seen any of the moves nominated, and I don’t even know most of the stars, especially since we let our subscription to Entertainment Weekly lapse (we found ourselves increasingly less entertained by it).

Back on the brighter side, I hear Steven washing the dishes, so I don’t have to do it.  That’s pretty nice of him on his Fabulous Four-Day Birthday Weekend.  That’s more on the brighter side than on the dimmer.  Maybe I should peel my wrist off my forehead and get back to enjoying my Sunday.  In the meantime, how about an Oscar nomination for that swoon?

 

The Blog DOES Go On!

“Oh shame! Oh degradation!”

My lovely husband Steven found this picture of me with my wrist actually on my forehead.   Remember, like I was talking about on Sunday?  Perhaps you missed that post.  If so, you did not miss much.  Then again, why should I put myself down?  Habit, I suppose.  Be that as it may (a favorite expression of mine), I thought this would be a good picture to lead with as I am having something of a wrist to forehead evening.

The day as a whole was not too bad.  Steven and I had a nice breakfast at Farm House Restaurant in Ilion, which I could write a nice little post about.  We also took an enjoyable walk, rendering a Pedestrian Post perfectly eligible.  Yet here I sit, laptop on lap, fingers on keyboard, wondering, should I continue to write this blog?

Hmm… that is not strictly accurate.   It was while I was doing dishes a little while ago that I experienced the existential angst of, “Must the blog go on?” Once I found that photo to share and actually began typing, I don’t mind being a silly blogger at all.  Only I can’t go on making these foolish posts about me making foolish posts.  It’s like a snake eating its tail, or some such cliche metaphor (yes, yes, I know, a metaphor does not use the word “like,” stop being so didactic!).

At least I can complete the shout-out I started in the second paragraph:  Farm House Restaurant is located at 9 Central Ave., Ilion, NY, phone number 315-894-3276.  It is a teeny place with country decor and very good food.  We had breakfast there.  It was yummy.

Regarding the walk we took earlier, the sky was gloomy and gray, which is my favorite kind of sky.  I admired some bare trees, especially one with a stark dead branch in the middle of several live ones ending in myriad twigs.  Some trees still had leaves of green, red, orange, yellow and brown.  A few porches still had pumpkins in varying stages of decay.

I’m going to declare this post OK for a Tired Tuesday.  We shall see if my existential angst returns tomorrow  (“existential angst” is such a dramatic expression, I have to laugh at myself for using it).  In the meantime, I will see if I can find an appropriate picture to close with.

I’m thinking he does not read my blog.

I guess Nosferatu does not really have anything to do with this post, but I always say, when in doubt, go for the monster!  Hmm… that may be the title of a future post.

 

 

Ah, Halloween!

In lieu of my usual Wrist to Forehead Sunday, I thought I would share a few pictures of our indoor Halloween decorations.  I think I even managed to photograph the decorations and not the mess surrounding them (don’t judge).  Of course I adore all things Halloween, but it is my husband, Steven, who has the flair for decorating..

It looks even better with the lights on. Maybe I’ll take another picture later.

This is our mantle.  Isn’t it fun?  Some of the pictures stay up year round, but we change the wreath and most of the stuff on the shelf per season. The exceptions are PeeWee Herman and the two ghosts center left (the viewer’s left).  We had a small witch’s hat we put on PeeWee in the past, but I guess Steven couldn’t find it this year.  We have seasonal hats we put on the ghosts at other times of the year.

Maybe this is too busy, but it gives you an idea.

This is our dining room table.  Some of the stuff is new this year.  The snowman in the middle was recently purchased at a garage sale.  Since we let the ghosts on the mantle pretend to be snowmen at Christmas, I decreed that this snowman could pretend to be a ghost now. Yes, I anthropomorphize shamelessly. It is part of my charm.

Yes, that is a wall mural in the background; it was here when we bought the house.

This is the buffet in our dining room.  The jukebox and the skeleton couples are there year round.  Most of the other things sing and dance, if Steven put fresh batteries in them.  For a while we were quite obsessed with these singing/dancing toys and were buying them almost indiscriminately.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

This last picture represents my contribution to the Halloween decor.  The Santa Claus stands there year round.  My Mom bought it for us at a second hand store in Pennsylvania a few years ago.  The shirt is one I got at a thrift store many years ago an have worn faithfully.  Unfortunately, when I went to put it on this year, I could see light coming through a large number of pinholes in its front.  I did not feel secure to wear it under those circumstances, but Santa does not seem to mind.

Oh, how I love Halloween.   I think it is time to finish with the blog posting portion of the day and move on to the Halloween movie watching portion.  Happy Sunday, everyone.