When in the Palm Beaches, we always take our guests to Sea Shell City. Here is our guest, trying to get her beautiful face into the photo as I, evidently, try to cover her face with my beach-air-infused-hair. You know you have a true friend when you do this and she is still smiling. Oh, admit it, you didn't even notice...that faded wall-art is still pretty groovy, right? Hey, did our darling friend pose for that? Nah, she is WAY too young.
I love the rain, and rainy season has been fairly quiet this hurricane season (hopefully, the hurricanes got the message from the rain clouds). But, today, the clouds opened up and it was ever so lovely. Hello, Monday.
When you don't eat cows (yes, Gerry sampled brisket when at a relative's house last November, but no big deal) you have to be creative when you want meatloaf. Ground chicken can be BLAND. So yesterday I made a Southwest Meatloaf and it was delicious. Just a bit of kick, and loads of flavor. I made the taco seasoning from scratch, which I will do from now on.
One thing we wonder about, why do people get so weird when you tell them you don't eat beef? Who cares what anyone eats? Well, it seems to annoy some people. We are not fanatics about it, and try to keep it low-key-as it is boring to discuss. Someone recently told us they were going to get us into eating beef. We were at their home, so we tried to be polite. We ATE beef...for years...we don't now. Have you ever looked into the eyes of a cow?
The Junk Drawer is overflowing with just silly fun stuff on this Friday.
When a clever five-year-old decided to decorate by sharing her hair bow.
Sunsets just speak volumes.
Like Gigi, like Cate. Sometimes you just gotta be extremely expressive.
At the Fortune House Hotel in Miami, there are people everywhere you look. Some are even real.
I snapped this photo of Gerry, just groovin'with painted people.
When you live by scores of lovely, sandy beaches in South Florida you would think buying sand sifted into the category of, WHY?
Well, there is more to sand than a song by Elvis (Slicing Sand), or the regular, run-of-the-mill, old beach sand.
Bring on the Kinetic Sand, the term is a registered Trademark of Spin Master, the coolest, non-drying sand you have every dipped fingers into. Of course, Gerry was the first to introduce our darling, Cate, to this entertainment.
Playing with Kinetic Sand is so much fun, you forget that it is also a bit messy. Actually, it is an excellent stress reliever, of sorts. Better than regular beach sand, the granules may be molded into various shapes, and it comes in an assortment of colors.
Made from 98% real sand, and 2% polydimethylsiloxane (did you REALLY need to know that part?), it does not stick to other surfaced, just to itself.
Kinetic Sand, give it a try, even if you don't have a five-year-old handy.
Today my Junk Drawer is filled with everything...Miami! We dropped in on the Brickell area.Embracing So-Flo is what we do, and sometimes it is at the tip of this rather thin peninsula.
As a quick trip to Argentina is not on the horizon, and a trip to Total Wine has to wait for another day-I opted to grab this bottle of Malbec from the small, but interesting, shelves at Aldi this morning. Listen -- when a Malbec from Argentina is offered up for $3.99, I am game to give it a sip. Swill? Perhaps, but what fun, and that label is pretty cool at the very least, right? It clearly states, Adventure, and that's not a bad thing.
Sparkling libations are my personal preference as a rule...listen, Champagne and Prosecco pair with almost everything or simply a chilled flute in the hand.
But, how many of you know anything to speak of about Cava sparkling wine? If you do, excellent, tell me.
Personally, I am just learning about Cava Sparkling Wine, mostly from Spain, and it is quite intriguing. The fermentation process is closer to the process for Champagne than Prosecco, and you can taste that difference.
On my quest to explore and learn more, I snagged this bottle at Publix for $12.99. Let the bubbling commence!
Dropping spare change at TJ Maxx, is something I do with regularity. Sometimes they have a plethora of fashion goods unworthy of the mainstream retailers (they still exist, barely).
Oh, I can spend many clock ticks perusing the newest, the clearance racks and the shoes.
However, the section they donned, The Runway, has always been a little cut above the random racks. It has always held the quirky, the gorgeous, the things the rich-types have passed over, but they are still designer labeled, and ready to help one make a fashion statement (some times it works, some times it is an epic fail...but still fun).
Imagine my shock and dismay when my rain-soaked self (yes, it is still the rainy season, and I got rained on) stopped in my tracks when spying this garment which defies description or definition.
WHAT is that horrid garment meant to represent?
WHO would spend cold cash to own it?
TJ Maxx, your The Runway section has some serious explaining to do. No, it's too late, I will never think of you in the same way.
As a lover of the sea, especially the azure salt water of South Florida, it has long been my philosophy that my affection is enjoyed from the shore, or with a glass of champagne in my hand while lounging on an oceanliner. In other words, it is not at all necessary to be IN the water to ENJOY the water.
Come on, the sea belongs to the mysterious creatures dwelling within. Let's be honest here, they don't barge into our homes bringing all sorts of chaos, so why should we invade their peaceful domiciles?
From the comfort of the cool, soft sand, Gerry and Cate enjoy the fierce, crashing waves of the Atlantic,
Listen, if you know me, you know I love fashion. Plus, I have always had an affection for that zany explorer, Ponce de Leon. Was he seeking the fabled, Fountain of Youth? Probably more like excessive wealth and supreme power. Whatever his true motivations, he did know one thing...how to dress. I mean look at him. That outfit would work very well in La Florida (his name for Florida)
I mean if you are going to explore the Atlantic coastline of South Florida to the Keys and beyond, you MUST look the part, don't you agree?
Although I do wonder about his leg adornments. What is going on there? Are we looking at a complex system of layering? Are they pants and shorts with socks thrown in? It is very confusing, but as I layer-dress for comfort in the climes of So-Flo- I get his motivation.
So, I tip my fedora to, Ponce. Living the La Florida lifestyle is pretty cool...no matter how you chose to dress.
Sometimes you have an item and it just doesn’t fit into any particular space. What to do? Time to start a Junk Drawer, right?