Wednesday, May 5, 2010

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Of Blazer-Twisting, Nana-ing, and Dining . . . A Day in a Grandmother's Life!

Although I may show you, later, that this blazer also works well with skirts/dresses, this is my last Polyvore-on-the-floor with it for now. Skinny jeans (Wilfrid from Aritzia), a black sleeveless top (Animale), zebra-print/black patent peep-toe heels (Anne Klein), black patent leather bag (Arcadia, Winners), a pendant and some bangles -- easy to put together, fun, and, I think, Classic with a Twist. For a less business-y vibe, I'm looking for a turquoise clutch, but making do meanwhile with a so-dark-green-it's-almost-black one.

Below, details of the rhinestone-studded leather wrap bracelet I couldn't resist (didn't need to at its very reasonable price) -- except for this and the bangles, everything but the blazer has been in my closet earning its keep for some time now, and the blazer's now doing the same, thanks to Karen's challenge! (Did you read about Pseu's shopping trip with Karen? Doesn't that sound like fun?
Thanks for all your wishes that Nola get better quickly -- I've never seen her so unhappy and, suspecting an ear infection, her mom called from work to ask me to meet her at the doctor's office where she'd arranged a little look-see with the otoscope. Here's Nola (in the doctor's office play area) at her most subdued, stalwart, but not enough energy to flash her usual smile at the camera, although you can see she's trying . . .


She did manage to say "nana" a few times through the morning, though, thrilling a certain woman of a certain age.

And it turned out that her ears were clear, so time and sleep and lots of cuddles will do the trick rather than antibiotics. I was so glad that I'd been in the neighbourhood and able to help out -- I drove them back home, made them lunch and changed a very poopy diaper, giving Mom a break after her tiring weekend nursing her little patient -- wish I lived closer and could lend a hand more often. Then left once Nola was down for her nap so Mom could have some well-deserved quiet time.
Took my by-then-quite-stiff-and-sore quads home for a little nap myself -- recovering from a Half Marathon takes a few days! -- and then Pater treated me to a very nice meal at L'Altro Buco on Haro. Sadly, we learned they close in June and we'll have to go over to Kits to their original location if Pater wants the veal chop again (he places it among the best things he's EVER eaten!). But meanwhile, we enjoyed their Dine Out Vancouver special menu which began auspiciously . . .

pork belly rillettes on bacon bread for him

tomato soup with horseradish/chive crème fraîche and "grilled cheese" for me.
Took the ferry home Tuesday afternoon and now it's time to dig in and get some writing done and prepare for an event I'm presenting at tomorrow evening. Yet here I am, chatting with you . . .