Haute Couture

I have a confession. I love reading men's magazines. I have subscriptions to GQ and Details, but will buy Men's Health and Men's Journal frequently if I am jonesing for some input.  Originally it began as an obsession for the ads-Nautica, Hillfiger, Lauren, then stepped up to the cologne samples.  I take these out and put them strategically in my car (they are losing their efficacy though as D-O-G gets more odoriferous with age).  My next rung on the crack pipe of "style" is the grooming and " the style guy-Glenn O'Brien" pieces in these mags. (To be fair, GQ is also my go to source for political reporting) I am fascinated by the amount of history and attention to detail in these articles.  They say you become an expert at something if you read 100 books or something to that effect. I am certain I have absorbed that many GQ's alone.
The editors are always chastising men to establish and nurture a relationship with a fine tailor and to have your clothing fitted, even if you are not male model material. Ha! I thought.  Just more narcissism and pandering to the NYC crowd.  Well...I have to tell you I took a pair of white jeans to a new alteration shop near my home to be shortened. By the time she was done with me, we made the decision to shorten, taper and take in (to actual fit) the jeans to my body, of which I can VERY safely say is not model material. I walked out of there feeling like a million bucks-and I didn't even have the jeans!
Granted it did seem rather pricey when all was said and done, but the jeans cost $19 (LLBean) and with the additional fee, they will be about the price of a regular pair of higher end jeans with one notable exception -they fit ME!
I may have discovered a new obsession.

Friday Photo

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. (Inspired by Soule Mama)

Friday Photo

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. (Inspired by Soule Mama)

Friday Photo

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. (Inspired by Soule Mama)

Friday Photo

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. (Inspired by Soule Mama)

Oops!

I may not be fit to be a "chicken mama".   This evening, before supper, Maisie wanted to go to the coop to gather the eggs for the day and that is when we discovered I had forgotten to open the little door allowing  access to the coop from the pen. Which means they spent all day outside with no access to their water or nest boxes.  I remedied this straight away by opening the door and they charged in and slugged down water like foreign legionaires discovering an oasis.  Next is evidence illustrating why I might not be a fit "Maisie momma" either.  We discovered two eggs that had been laid under the ramp going from the pen to the coop. The pen is about 3 feet tall and, of course, where the eggs were located was on the far side from the opening that allows egress into the pen.  Maisie took this opportunity to embrace her budding super hero alter ego, stating "This looks like a job for me.  I can do it" (said with hands on hips and deep voice).
I agreed and we "prepped" her for the recovery of the eggs...rubber boots and winter gloves. I lifted her up and into the pen through the opening. And like the trooper she is, in she went and we retrieved the eggs.  The eggs were cracked, so Abby was the happy recipient of Miss Maisie's amazing super hero prowess. Maisie then entered a "Silkwood shower" process-stripped and scrubbed, during which, she thanked me several times for letting her climb in the chicken run.

In their freedom days, helping HE weed a flower bed.

The prison camp-I mean coop.

Friday Photo

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. (Inspired by Soule Mama)