Keep F’in Canopies
over the speakers too!
Keep F’in Canopies
over the speakers too!
Man cannot start a new year without Eve nor a new day without Dawn.
For added strength, he relies on Dolly.
Christmas is decorated by Holly and Carol helps him sing onto the Lord.
My niece, Melissa, and I have never missed viewing three consecutive episodes of Project Runway All-Stars together.On this week before Easter, I bowed out again because my youngest daughter was home for the holiday. Time with her is fleeting as she gets older, so her presence overrides everything. She trumps my weekly budget, closet items and PRAS routine!
Tarah and I binge watched shows she missed during exams instead. At 9:15, I knew the four remaining designers and iconic judges would soon be on the updated round runway. I glanced down at my phone wondering if Melissa was in D.C. without me? She was at the Capital and shared her capital lettering:
The remaining designers were indeed the fantastic four. Melissa knows I loved Fabio in his original seasonand evidently she now appreciates his Sunday best. My niece was ready to text about the episode but I explained I wasn’t watching. She understood and stopped the relay of unfolding events. About an hour later, I acknowledged that yes, we needed to talk over the weekend and then I put my phone away for the night:
I hadn’t seen Melissa’s response until the next morning – after the episode aired. Feeling unresolved, anxious for the results and out-of-the loop, I responded accordingly:
I didn’t watch TV that morning but Good Friday was still a great day. My daughter and I went shopping, shared a delicious Italian late lunch and played cards into the night.
PRAS withdrawal kicked in as I went to bed, so I gave myself a challenge and knew I had to “make it work”. I woke before the sun and watched TV on demand. I also started texting notes for later discussion with Melissa:
I know my texting had woken Melissa up but she stayed awake to humor me and relive a great episode. My niece saw my final remarks later in the morning and responded:
We must join creative forces and watch together! Project Runway All Stars has been a fantastic season. In four more days, the last episode will be a finale marvel.
One of my secret pleasures is reality TV talent competitions. I love the creative process of designer, music and modeling rivalries. I stop to watch episodes if I find them while channel surfing but the one I seek out, and schedule into my life, is Project Runway (and Project Runway All-Stars)!
As mentioned in the last post my niece and I watch every season together. If not at one of our houses, via texting when we are in different locations. Below is a photo reflection of our ‘music genre’ episode critique:
We overlook one another’s typos, assess the judges remarks and include our own bitmoji fashions. The Project Runway All-Stars designer competition is reality TV and we are guilty as charged. I love the pleasure of my niece’s company.
My niece and I adore the runway. Tonight was even more fabulous with @ninagarcia appearing as a judge. The episode was shore (resort challenge!) to be tailored and classy from head-to-toe.
When my niece and I cannot get together on Thursday nights, usually because of “almost the end of the work week fatigue”, we talk about the episode via text. This is real time commentary as the episode airs:
Despite being super fans, the drop-off is not unusual. One of us ends up apologizing on Friday and re-watching over the weekend. Last night was no exception. Melissa fell asleep but I still named the winner. Ken made a statement and won by a landslide.
D.C. is next and those are my initials. I wish I could capitalize on our Super fan-dome, put my mark on the competition and be a superfan mentor in an episode. Melissa could join me. We would be politely honest, the perfect juxtaposition between sweet and sassy, and very editorial.
nestled in my hands & lap –
Having a hot flash near a burning wood stove is like experiencing electrocution with the equator up your ass.
I love trying new foods, experiencing unique dishes and learning about other cultures. I enjoy egg rolls, devouring fresh shrimp and discovering new restaurants. All that said, The local Korean restaurant I found last weekend was a gem and the flavors were amazing but spring rolls are not for me.
Initially, I couldn’t get past the visual presentation. I even thought it might be a joke. Perhaps I was on that show ‘Punked’ or Candid Camera? Clearly. Clearly someone had wrapped my fresh shrimp in a condom.
Initially I just stared. It took me about 10 minutes to even consider taking a bite. The wrap wasn’t like anything I could have imagined. The consistency was even worse. When the shock wore off, I thought about what to do next. I did what any nice girl would do. I ate the meat and left the wrapping on the motel floor.
I mean restaurant table.
I know spring rolls aren’t a new concept for most but this was a raw dining experience for me. I will go back to this otherwise delicious establishment. I’ll return for the Pad Thai, pork vermicelli and Pho. I just won’t order any phalic items that prompt me to visualize other parts of our culture. There’s a time and place for everything but when I go out to eat, don’t spring a surprise on me. I’d rather roll over and go to sleep.
I took notice, maybe for the first time, of all the merchandising that hangs from the grocery store shelving this past weekend. Do I need a produce drying pad? Who determined this would sell? What is the target audience? Are my dish towel, kitchen drainer or shirt sleeve not good enough anymore?
Are our lives so complicated that this grill cheese sleeve is essential to somebody’s way of life? The packaging even advertises that you can use the bags up to 50 times. I believe I can do that with my fry pan. I have probably made hundreds of grilled cheese in my kitchen, with and without sleeves. Also, why the hell would I relinquish some of the delicious melted cheese to the inside of the so-called bag or toaster?
OK, I actually bought one of these once. Somewhere. I’m sure I still have it. Somewhere. I’d like to believe I used it. Somewhere. It must have been a good idea at the time – when our kids were four years old, perhaps? When I thought it would be easier than making poached eggs for Benedict? When I wanted to impress my husband with round egg making abilities? The point is, it’s pointless. I am embarrassed to say this gimmick got me. I just wish I knew how much cash I shelled out.
These bowl covers confused me. Why do I need rain bonnet covers for my bowls? Do people not realize saran wrap is on the next aisle? Was Tupperware not invented down the street from where we live? Do people include bowl covers in their grocery budget?
Then there was this produce poach which wasn’t even in the produce aisle. I believe it was in the baking aisle. The produce aisle actually has free produce bags. The baking aisle includes all kinds of storage and decorating ideas. I suppose the grocers have determined that my creativity will kick in by aisle 6 – at the same time my memory of produce bags on aisle 1 is lost.
More photos may be totally unnecessary but next weekend I will determine what else I do not need. I may ever price the merchandising. This senseless gimmicks must be of value to someone?