Category Archives: Musings

Amy Adams gets to hang out with Miss Piggy!!!

Yes, I’m jealous.  Of Amy. 

Miss Piggy and I go way back.  Like way back to when I was 9 years old and collected all things from that sassy piggy.  Pajama’s, books, jewelry, puzzles, cards…I still have a napkin (unused) from my Miss Piggy party.

But Amy got to be up close and on screen with that little chunk of fun…jealous! 

Here’s a thought…I once hung out with Amy Adams so thereby I am connected.  Connected to Amy Adams, Miss Piggy and The Muppet Movie.   Ahhh-this is the life!

I’ve completely bared my soul and shared with you what I collected as a kid.  It’s your turn!

For the record, I’m obsessed with things that look like sweets.  I can’t explain it.  I don’t want it to go away.  I quite enjoy it.  My current life goal is to see Charlie and The Chocolate Factory when it hits the stage.  I’ve watched the movie so many times that I have convinced myself I’ve been there…to the land of the oompa loompas where all things are made of candy.

When I came across the new “Sweet Rooms” at the Maison Moschino in Milan Italy, I felt compelled to post these pictures.  I was there last week.  No, I wasn’t there last week.  I was so not there last week, only in fantasy land.  I borrowed these off their sight just in case you are too busy to venture to Milan next week to check it out.

This is what awaits you on the bed.  I’m entranced.

 And this is what you see when you look up to the heavens.  I’m dizzy with delight.

The Italian fashion designer Moschino created the fantasy-like hotel and created 3 rooms with a dessert theme. 

Thank you Moschino.

It’s really not my fault…my obsession with cotton candy.  Blame it on Vegas!  I was a little girl and the game was the horse races, you know…the one where you roll the ball up the chute and the ball falls in the hole and the horse moves a tiny bit at a time.

I won my first prize ever playing that game.  I’ll never forget that doll.  She had hot pink hair that…are you ready…smelled like COTTON CANDY!!!  I will forever be obsessed! 

I want this machine for no other good reason than to make cotton candy so I can remember the smell of my prized favorite doll.  (Okay, there’s the small chance that I would eat some too…)

At the end of the day there is one thing that is guarnateed to happen…my hair will end up in a ponytail.  We are not talking about any of these ponytails…

We are talking the kind of ponytail that is on top of one’s head and cascades down like a waterfall. 

Maybe you’ve worn it? 

It’s sometimes askew like a palm tree blowing in the wind. 

I tried to find a picture of it and couldn’t.  (This is alarming-I can’t be the only one sporting this end-of-day-Do…) 

Can I? 

The ponytail, it’s my way of shedding the days work. 

When the hair goes up, it’s like a store owner putting the “closed” sign in the window.

It feels good.  It’s over.  I give.

It is as if I have cinched up every care, worry and concern into that knot on top of head and have said, “Not until tomorrow, for now, I banish it all.

Dear Husband, “I’m sorry.  I realize it is not sexy.”

I came across this fascinating concept the other day.  A salon that shampoos and styles a woman’s hair for $35.00.  That’s it…nothing else…well…not exactly…there is FREE champagne.  But that’s all they do-wash, blow and style.

I love this idea!  There are many times that I would love to look salon perfect but don’t have salon time.  To just pop in and then pop out (looking fabulous) is very appealing. 

Maybe before a concert, before a wedding, before a date…whenever one needs that extra boost by looking their best with amazing hair.

I like the idea-who has tried it?

There I was…standing in the middle of the road in my underwear and tank top.  Victoria’s Secret would be mortified because there was no hint of a bra.  Pony tail on top of my head.  (More on this in a future entry.)  Exposed and in the middle of the street.  Do you have the picture?

* This is not me by the way, I’m not that tan and my fingers aren’t that thin.

How’d it happen you ask?  My 6 year old asked if we could go get the mail.  I pondered it, realized I was in no condition to be outside and made the split decision that he was ready to go it alone for the 1^st time and perform this task on his own.  After all we’d done it together a zillion times and the mailbox was just a couple hundred feet away, up the hill around a very small corner.  The independence would be good for him.  It would build his morale.  Thinking ahead, I armed him with a grocery bag to put the mail in…I get a lot of magazines.  I watched from the crack of the door and smiled as my “big boy” took on responsibility.

I waited.  And watched.  And waited some more.  I got antcy.   Was I being neurotic or should he have been back already?  The minutes dragged by.  This wasn’t how I envisioned his 1^st solo walk to the mailbox.  Now what do I do?  I can’t go after him for gosh sake, I’m not dressed.  I do what any mom would do.  I holler.  Then I inch my way out the door and holler again.  No answer.  Resist panic. (more…)