Thursday, September 25, 2014

Downward Dancing Dog

I hate working out.

Let me say that again.

I HATE WORKING OUT!!!!!!!!!!

You know that whole "endorphins make you happy" thing?

Riiiiight.

I have never experienced these so-called "endorphins", and they certainly aren't making me happy.

I have, on the other hand, felt like barfing after a work out. Or napping. Or barfing then napping.

You get the picture.

Unfortunately exercise is a major component in Parky's therapy. Booooo!!


Not that I'd ever let Parkinson's dictate my lifestyle choices. I only let vintage do that. Haha!

As in, "I will fit into that 28" novelty skirt, or so help me!!"


But since it is a recommended therapy, and being that I CANNOT live without vintage,  I suppose I must exercise.

*sigh*

Not just any exercise though; Parky's requires exercise that helps with coordination and balance. Dance, boxing, and bicycling rate high on the best types of exercise for people with Parkinson's, as do Pilates and Yoga.


So I set out to research some of the finest workouts the internet and cable can provide. AKA I procrastinated.

Did I NOT mention I hate working out??

I do love to dance though. Dance plus working out equals A Cardio Party!!


Or at least that's what Hulu calls it. Today I danced along to Rhythmica: Dance Cardio Party, and giggled the whole time. (Oh the scripting!) I also got my heart pumping, and my whole body engaged.

Afterwards I was flushed and sweaty, and definitely did not look like a gorgeous Gil Elvgren pin-up. But I also didn't throw-up.

Progress Poodles! Progress!!

Please appreciate the irony of my t-shirt. ;)
Apparently my Parky's brain really does like exercise. Or rather, it likes to exer-dance in the un-judging, un-humiliating comfort of my living room.

Hmmm... maybe Husband will try swing dancing with me...



Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Summer's End

Summer is coming to an end here in Northern California. *sob*

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And as the days get shorter and the evenings cooler, I have been doing my best to fill each moment with a new memory.

I've been jaunting to Portland...

Shopping shenanigans with Miss Rachael
I met my bakelite guru!
Jesse, the Brighter Bakelite master!!
Can you tell I was excited?!
Xtabay Vintage Boutique!
 One of the most beautiful vintage shops ever!

Poodles!!!
Rachael and her Husband took me for a ride in their
'31 Ford! Oh so fun!!!

We stopped for cocktails of course!
Look at these two cuties! 
Partying with Prohibition panache...

I promise to do a whole post on this party!
It was fabulous!
Tasting new wines...

My beautiful cousins took me wine tasting!
De Ponte Winery


And then I went to a wine party in my
favorite new skirt from Fab Gabs!
What goes best with wine?
Bakelite!
And lounging, Poodle style... which means lots of reading and Acorn TV watching. If you haven't heard of Acorn TV, Google it NOW! It's an anglophile's dream!


While there are aspects of autumn that I enjoy (Can we say Oktoberfest?), nothing makes me as happy as the green of spring, or the warmth of a summer day.

Fall is all browns and russets, and no pink. Definitely not a Poodle time of year.

Oh well. Such is life and the turning of the seasons.

Bleh!

Maybe I can fit in one last adventure...






Friday, August 1, 2014

A Thrifting We Will Go...

I fell off the thrift store wagon this week. Hard.

It was made all the worse by the fact that I've been good the past couple months.

Not because I have any ounce of self-control when it comes to thrifting, but because the stores around here have been pretty awful of late. Slim-to-no pickings. So I took a thrift-break.

Then my friend and I had this brilliant idea to host a 1920's speakeasy-esque party. We OBVIOUSLY need vintage cocktail glasses, right?!?

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And so I convinced Husband to take me to a few stores. A little quick round of thrifting, nothing to get excited about.

But then I found this...

Vintage Sunbeam juicer bowl attachment!!
Not just any Jadeite... Vaseline glass Jadeite! It glows! 
And these...

Blue rose patterned Federal Glass bowls!
Pristine and pretty!
And this...

Another Federal Glass bowl!
Kitschy Kitchen tools pattern!
At this point I started dancing a happy thrifter jig-of-joy in the middle of Goodwill.

Husband was not amused. But he still drove me to another thrift.

I had to find those vintage cocktail glasses remember?!!


The next store yielded two cocktail glasses and a lovely copy of The Landower Legacy by Victoria Holt. (Despite having zero shelf space left, I cannot leave a thrift shop without checking the book section. It would be a CRIME to leave a book behind! Especially out-of-print beloved authors!)

Still feeling the thrift itch, we headed to one more store. Where I struck thrift gold with three more vintage cocktail glasses, a beautiful inlaid wood tray, and four GLORIOUS green glasses!!!

This looks 1920s-ish right?
Four different people stopped me in the check-out line to look
at this stunning serving tray. It's so pretty!!
Oh hello there green uranium glass...
... I thought I saw you glowing!!
LOVE!
And with those three simple stops, my inner thrifter/hoarder pulled me back in! I'm feelin' the urge Poodles! I gotta go thrifting!!

Husband just reminded me that I'm visiting Portland in three weeks and should probably be saving my money.

He's such a downer when he's right.

Until we thrift again...





Thursday, July 24, 2014

Poodle Parks ~ Muir Woods!

It seems as though I have forever wanted to visit Muir Woods.

Located a mere half-hour from me, it should've been an easy desire to fulfill.
And yet, like so many things, I took it for granted that I would visit the park someday, and then never did. 

This is an ongoing problem for me. Eek!

I love this vintage travel ad!
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I live in Northern California where I'm surrounded by beautiful places. Vineyards! Redwoods! The Pacific Coast! It all gets wrapped up in one word, "scenery". It's simply a part of where I live.

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Terrible, I know. 

So this summer I have vowed to Go and See and Feel and Do!

First up, Muir Woods.


Declared a National Monument by President Theodore Roosevelt in 1908, the park was named after John Muir who called it, "...the best tree-lovers monument that could possibly be found in all the forests of the world."


I was captivated.


I stood surrounded by old growth coastal Redwoods, some 800 years old, enchanted by the silence of the woods. Redwood Creek burbled by, the wind sighed in the boughs,  and sunlight dappled the forest floor. It was wondrous.





Rounding out the day of discovery, we drove a few minutes west of the park to Muir Beach. 





How have I never been to Muir Beach?!? It was stunning! Breathtaking! Soft sand and warm (for Northern CA) water! And then a local went galloping by on a horse! Hello!! Dream beach!

It was a perfect first adventure. :)

Where shall I go next?..