Friday Fun Meets Postcards From Italy: A Blog Mash-up

Yesterday I wrote you a "postcard" from Florence, describing our first (overwhelming) moments in a beautiful, crowded city.  If you recall, we had a long (and interesting) walk from the train station to our hotel.  And then we visited a huge (and hilly) garden.

When we left the garden, we headed straight for one of the little street bars . . . not for wine (this time) . . . but for water!


While we were sitting at our little table on the busy street, watching people go by and admiring the church across the street, my sister suddenly said . . . 

Look at that sign!!! 


What sign?

THAT one!


We were intrigued.

And stymied!

What could it mean?

Was it the Italian symbol for . . .

Flash flooding?

Water main breakage?

Baptisms here?

Help me! I'm drowning in a Sea of Despair?

We just could not imagine!  

(But we had an awfully fun time speculating.)

We continued to ponder the meaning of the sign until the next morning . . . when, on a walking tour of Florence, we ran into another unusual Florentine street sign.


It turn out, there is a French artist who applies creative stickers to standard street signs around Florence, making them unique and . . . interesting!  (Read more about him here, and take a look at some of his creations while you're at it.)

Once you start noticing, the modified street signs are everywhere in Florence!


Such fun!


(But, in my view, it will be hard to top "Drowning in a Sea of Despair" for best street sign!)



A Little Fun . . . on Friday

I don't like wearing shoes.  So, for me, one of the best things about summer is wearing flip-flops!  (Almost barefoot.  But not quite.)  

And flip-flops with a little bit of bling?  The Best Way to wear flip-flops.


(The hardest part is choosing which to wear!)

Hope you enjoy a wonderful summer weekend.

A Little Fun . . . on Friday

Some weekends . . . are full of chores.

Some weekends . . . are for kicking back.

Some weekends . . . are even for working.

But some . . . 

Kicking things off with the Bells/Food Dance Beer Dinner! (Great food; great beer*; lots of swag!)

are full of FUN!

I'm launching into a weekend full of fun things -- and I hope you are, too!


* Got to try some Bells Sparkleberry last night.  (Now there's a FUN beer for you. . .)


A Little Fun -- On Friday

Tom brought home a really fine bottle of wine last week.

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Especially fun ... was the back label.

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Not only did it "ticulate the festles" . . . but it reminded me of one of my favorite poems.  One I memorized in elementary school.  (It lives in my memory still. . .)

The Jabberwocky
by Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
And with that, I wish you a FRABJOUS Friday!  (Callooh!  Callay!)

Just Like Me in Five Easy Steps

Last week, I was waiting for my manicure appointment, and my "nail gal" was running late.  The receptionist at the salon brought me a cup of tea . . . and the latest issue of Glamour magazine.


Now, I don't know about you all, but I haven't looked at a Glamour magazine since my early 20s.

Let me assure you:  Nothing has changed!  (I haven't missed a thing.)

There was a time, long, long ago, when I couldn't WAIT for the newsest issue of Glamour magazine to arrive.  Back in high school and college, I would pour over the trends . . . and the fashion dos-and-don'ts . . . and the hair and  beauty tips.

Get Christie Brinkley's sun-kissed cheeks in 3 easy steps!

Get Cheryl Tiegs' bright eyes in 8 easy steps!

Follow Cybil Shepherd's exercise routine for that natural glow - in 5 easy steps!

I always tried it.  Because . . . maybe THAT was the trick to being beautiful and getting a boyfriend!  (Yes.  I totally bought in to that social construct when I was a teen.)  In the end, I was always disappointed.  Because, no matter how faithfully I followed the steps, I still looked Just Like Me.  (Ultimately, I became Just Fine with looking Just Like Me.  And I got a boyfriend, too!)

So.  Anyway.  There I sat last week.  30 years later.  Waiting.  With my tea and a Glamour magazine.  Turning pages.  Snorting to myself about what a worthless magazine it (still) is.  Laughing at myself for even flipping through the pages.

And then I saw it:  Copy Olivia Wilde's Sexy Smoky Eye in 5 easy steps!  

(Seriously.  Click here.)

I couldn't look away!  Out of a deeply-ingrained curiosity about how-the-beautiful-do-it I checked out the sexy, smoky eye.  And then, well ... you know, I had to try it!  

The very next morning, I assembled my "tools". . .


and launched the 5 easy steps to achieve Olivia's eye!


I had a grand time . . . outlining and blending and shadowing and highlighting.

But after Step 5, you know what?



(Just Like Me.)

Despite the detailed instructions and illustrated how-tos, Olivia Wilde's sexy, smoky eye (I guess she only has ONE) are the exclusive property of Olivia Wilde . . . and her genetics . . . and her make-up artist.  The sexy, smoky eye will remain elusive for regular people.

And I'm Just Fine with that!

Happy Friday!