perfectly imperfect










perfect : being entirely without fault or defect
corresponding to an ideal standard or abstract concept 
imperfect : not perfect 

subjective: Proceeding from or taking place in a person's mind rather than the external world: a subjective decision.

 Particular to a given person; personal: subjective experience.



 * Many years ago I bought a prefect painting of fruit,  not one blemish on the pears, blackberries or grapes. I saved for months to purchase it. It came into my home and stayed only a few weeks.... 'Cause every time I looked at it, perfection bounced back and hit me right between my substantial (better to hear you with) ears. Turns out, I can't live with perfection. I prefer things just a little off - it can be in color or scale or just the unexpected.  Not the whole room, mind you, but I must have something to look at that reflects me. Perfectly Imperfect.

Perfection, like beauty is subjective (thank goodness). To each his own.

Below are a few of favorite PIP's ...how about you? ....SHARE SHARE SHARE



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Kelly Wearstler   - The Viceroy Hotel and Dome Chairs, beautifully out of scale.


Old Montreal
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Old Montreal

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Beautiful rustic table... it had a past life

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Lauren Hutton (PIP Love her)


My all time favorite PIP - our boy Cody. He was born a perfect Golden to a breeder who had him on a fast track to the dog show circuit. Then, he lost a tooth. His loss our gain. He could snatch a loaf of Challah bread off a table quicker than you could scream Oy Vey!
We lost him this time last year, there will never be another perfectly - imperfect boy like him.  LOVE





Perfection has one grave defect: it is apt to be dull. 
W. Somerset Maugham

I couldn't have said it better myself.

i enjoy being a girl





*Flower Drum Song:  was the eighth stage musical by the team of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II.  Leading showgirl, Linda Low sings "I Enjoy Being A Girl"

*ERA: Equal Rights Amendment was written in 1923 by Alice Paul, suffragist leader and founder of the National Woman's Party.

*NOW: National Organization Of Woman  founded in 1966, NOW's goal has been to take action to bring about equality for all women.






 I enjoy being a girl. So why can't I wear my heels and get paid the same as the guy in loafers? Currently, women are paid 77 cents on the dollar compared to men. Women workers have been making between 70 and 80 percent of male salaries for  the last two decades. The Equal Rights Amendment was written in 1923 by Alice Paul, suffragist leader and founder of the National Woman's Party. She and the NWP considered the ERA to be the next necessary step after the 19th Amendment  in guaranteeing "equal justice under law" to all citizens. The ERA was introduced into every session of Congress between 1923 and 1972, when it was passed and sent to the states for ratification. The seven-year time limit in the ERA's proposing clause was extended by Congress to June 30, 1982, but at the deadline, the ERA had been ratified by 35 states, leaving it three states short of the 38 required for ratification. It has been reintroduced into every Congress since that time.
The states whose legislatures have not ratified the ERA are: Alabama, Arizona, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Illinois, Louisiana, Mississippi, Missouri, Nevada, North Carolina, Oklahoma, South Carolina, Utah, and Virginia.

 
 
Did you know it was law that women could not  lift more than 30 pounds? Thanks to a key lawsuit in Georgia on behalf of Lorena Weeks, a woman employed by Southern Bell Telephone & Telegraph Co., whose application to become a router was denied on grounds that the position was only for men and to boot, the law said women couldn't lift anything heavier than 30 pounds and the job required the employee at times to lift 31 pounds.  Weeks turned to National Organization Of Women and got Sylvia Roberts as her lawyer.  After three years of litigation, an Atlanta judge in 1969 handed down a landmark decision that banned laws that applied only to one sex. 
“Turning to the merits we observe that there is no dispute that Mrs. Weeks was denied the switchman's job because she was a woman. Not because she lacked any qualifications for the job. The job was awarded to the only other bidder for the job, a man who had less seniority than Mrs. Weeks. Under the terms of the contract between Mrs. Weeks' Union and Southern Bell, the senior bidder is to be awarded 
the job if other qualifications are met.


 That takes care of that. What must we do now ? Leap tall buildings in a single bound? Okay. I'll do it. But, I insist on a more flattering superpower outfit - red, blue, and yellow are not my colors. I'm a winter. I like the look to the right. Who says I can't be feminine and be a feminist?  Furthermore, after all my daily heavy lifting I need a swanky place to come home to. See example below. I do so love being a girl, even tho it takes some upkeep. Both our person and our rights need to be tended to.











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Ell Decor







If you have about 5mintues to spare, watch this from the movie Flower Drum Song. Oh My!



flea finds: act one


 flea market* an open-air market that sells cheap, old or used articles


 flea* a type of small insect that jumps instead of flying


 flea in one's ear* Informal a sharp rebuke




The open air flea market season has begun! I go to an indoor market in winter, but your still find yourself inside with no fresh air. I must tell you, living in Chicago-land the winters are long and spring is just a continuation of the same - only less snow.  Needless to say - we all get a little stir crazy. On one of my trips to the flea in January -  I spotted a great booth with wonderful coats, handbags, lamps, furniture... seriously, this space had the whole sch-bang! I'm deep in shop mode when out of the corner of my eye, I see movement around the neck of the woman who's booth I'm so happy to be in. Upon entering her lair, I did kind of notice she was wearing what looked to be a fur around her neck.  But, I was in a trance that pulled me right passed her and directly to the handbags. I  take a couple of polite glances in hopes of identifying the source of movement. No luck. This was going to take a straight up, face to face look see. I move around to the entrance and politely smile and say hello to the proprietor. Look one, I see a mass of reddish brown fur. Look two, I see a fox stole with the face of a grinning terrier. (EEK!) Look three, finally, I see clearly - she has a teacup terrier in her hand with it's head right where the fox head should be. I say..... "ya know.. . your fox stole looks alive". With a devilish grin  she says, "I know. I planned it that way".  Yeah... like I said, a little stir CRAZY.




Below are some of the things just purchased at the flea...it's gonna be a good season!

Hydrangea, a favorite.




Don't you just love this necklace? The bird wears it well.



Sundays haul at a glance. 
The alligator bag is a Lucille De Paris. Perfect leather inside (with the change purse and mirror) with a little conditioning outside - this baby will be on my shoulder come fall. LOVE.






Vintage Armani sunglasses and vintage eyeglass frames, not bad for three bucks.
  (I'm going to have my prescription put in the frames).



Horn purse - so beautiful.
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McCoy pottery.



One fab'o filet- o- fish platter.







A tip to flea by:


I feel like there's a world of possibilities out there.
Liza Minelli







Mothers...the story of linda lou and myrt








Cindy and I were best friends growing up in a small town in Virginia.  Our mothers were best friends too. I asked Cindy to share a story about our adventures and I added one of my own. Our moms were ahead of their time and sadly left us too soon.  This post is in honor of our moms and all you Mamas out there for a job well done.

















Linda Lou, my mom.  She had six daughters and one husband. She had a fantastic sense of humor and a no BS attitude. She had great style and walked in a pair heels like she was born in them. When life knocks you down, pick yourself up and keep moving forward. This mindset is what my mom instilled in me and my sisters. We miss her everyday. But, she left us in capable hands: Our Own.








  Myrt, Cindy's Mom.  She had two daughters and one son. She was also a single Mom, a rare circumstance for the time. She had a fabulous sense of humor - was a spiritual person with the most calming voice and a beautiful laugh.  She had great style and nobody looked better in a head scarf and pants than Myrt. She and my mom made a great pair, they could communicate with just a look.  I'm certain they're together now, watching over us.







the matinee: written by Cindy 


My mom's best friend was my best friend's mom :)
You can call it luck or you can call it fate but when I think back and recall all of the memories of our moms as friends, I like to call it WONDERFUL! Janie and I lived across the street from each other and were best friends, while our mom's worked together at the Kingsport Press. They were known as Linda Lou and Myrt to everyone else, but they were just "our moms" to us. One of my best memories of the four of us was when Janie and I decided to collect coke bottles to sell so that we could raise enough money to ride the bus to our mom's work, so we could get more money from them to go to the movies. Well, by the time we had climbed through ditches and had gone through trash to get the bottles (in bare feet by the way...) we were a mess. And that's exactly what we looked like when we showed up at their work. OMG they were so embarrassed when we walked in. We looked like homeless children. They rushed us into the ladies room and tried to clean us up. While we hid in the bathroom, they scrounged up enough money to send us to the movie, so they could get us the hell out of there. I remember how they loved to tell that story and how hard it would make them both laugh. That's what I remember most about the two of them together was their laughter...and how they always had each others back.


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driving while the world sleeps: written by Jane (Janie)

 You could always count on Myrt to sleep through the night. My mom, however, slept with one eye open and an ear to the ground. She always knew what we were up to, but only occasionally used her power to call us out on it. So, when I would sleep over at Cindy's, after10pm, we could do just about whatever we wanted . When we were younger that meant playing barbies through the night or eating our weight in cookie dough. As we got older, well.....things changed just a tiny bit. I would like to preface this story by saying we were good kids, just very adventures. We never encountered a swinging bridge we didn't walk across or a spooky house we didn't find a way into to investigate. Nancy Drew had nothing on us. Thanks to very patient and loving Moms, we felt free to be. Now that that's out of the way


 * Cindy and I decided to take a drive one balmy summer night. Around 2am. In her mother's car. Just so happens, neither of us had a drivers license. Myrt was sleeping like a baby when we took off towards the east end. We drove by our friends houses because we could and while we were... you know... OUT.... took a gander at the new window display at Nickles department store in town. On our way back to Cindy's house  (we had been out for about an hour) we were feeling that all was right with the world (our world anyway).... when we noticed in the rear view mirror what we thought was a police car following us.  Just as we were discussing how to handle the situation, I take another glance in the rear view and panic ensues........ oh nooooo!!!!! That's no cop, that's my MOM!  Clearly, someone must have seen us in town and called my Mother! What to do? Do we gun it and head for Mexico?  Do we plead insanity? We finally settled on driving very slowly, attempting to put off as long as we could what was sure to be our worst punishment yet. As we pull in front of Cindy house, there standing at the door with all the lights in the house ablaze, was Myrt. Turns out, she woke up, found us and her car gone - called my mom and Linda Lou took off looking for us. My mom pulls me out of the car, firmly tells Cindy to go to her waiting Mother's arms.  She gives Myrt the no worries sister... I caught their 3am no license driving asses. All is right with the world (our moms world) look.


  A rule to live by.

If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun.
Katharine Hepburn

Linda Lou and Myrt would approve.  LOVE


 

 

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