Girl Power!

I originally bought this necklace last year at J. Karma here in Old City – a Pagliei Insignia charm from their Waxing Poetic line.  I wanted a cool necklace to wear every day that was not your typical boring initial pendant.  When I went into the store to purchase a gift for someone else, I happened upon these and left with something for my friend and this necklace for myself.  (Side note: splurge on yourself once in a while.)

When we were getting ready to head to Greece for 3 weeks at the end of last year with my husband’s family, I wanted to carve out a couple of hours to have a girl’s lunch with my mom-in-law (Constance) & 2 sisters-in-law (Leslie & Barb).  I love (repeat: LOVE) my husband’s family and am a member of the fortunate few that have the coolest in-laws EVER.  So you can imagine how excited I was to be able to have some alone time sans testosterone with 3 ladies I think the world of.   I immediately went back to J. Karma and purchased 3 more pendants (C, L, & B), wrapped them beautifully and packed them safely in my suitcase.

I promote doing things like this with girlfriends…or in this case the girls in my family.  I live in Philly, PA, Mom lives in Portland, OR, Leslie lives in California near LA, and Barb lives in Key West, FL.  We are pretty much in the 4 corners of the U.S. but I somehow feel that symbolic items like this somehow connect me with them because we all now share the same necklace.  Anyway…here we all are at our lunch sporting our necklaces – on the edge of paradise at the Volcano View Villas on the cliff of the dormant volcanoes in Santorini, Greece.  Could there be a more perfect setting for me to give my heartfelt gifts of Girl Power?

L to R:  Constance, Leslie, ME, Barb

that’s just wrong

This is the maiden post of my new blog.  Sadly enough, this is what prompted me to set up this blog.  I have a family blog but this hardly fits into that category!

OK HERE GOES…………..

People watching is something that I have perfected over the years.  Thankfully my mother instilled enough values in me and I don’t make my comments out loud for my victims to hear.  Usually I make my comments – my husband being my most frequent audience – I laugh at myself and that is that.  Woh-ho-ho…this time, however, I could not resist what I am about to show you.  While walking through Washington Square yesterday, I noticed the worst exhibit of men’s fashion I have yet to witness.  Let me digress…I hate man-pris (capris for men).  The only person to date that looked remotely decent in the clam-digger type pant was my brother – and that’s not because I’m biased.  OK, back to the real issue here.  So we passed this person in the park yesterday, walking hand-in-hand with his girlfriend, wife…not important to the story.  So he was obviously heterosexual but from the looks of his shoes, you would have to question whether he raided his sister’s closet or if he actually purchased these on purpose.  I really think they were peep-toe too which makes it 10x worse!  Regardless, I HAD to whip out the camera, and, using my son as an alabi, snap this photo while pretending to take a pic of my dear son running up the walk. 

C’mon now.  If you are any bit as catty as I am, you would have done it too.  Give me a little credit – I spared the poor soul his identity and only captured his feet which were enough to tell the story.  He was actually a good looking guy…but then again so is my husband but if I would have looked down the day we met and saw him wearing these numbers, I would have laughed my A** off.  If you can’t tell who’s who…look at the hairy legs.

I have to stop writing now because I’m laughing too hard…………