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Water boots. Best money spent in The Hardcore Country Life. #MuddyPuddles

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Back in the shore life I basically only wore flip flops, so when I moved to the Hardcore Country Life, I did so with a pair of flip flops of every color.

For a couple of uncomfortable years I managed to walk around in my favorite shoe style, albeit suffering from multiple ant bites and getting my feet wet with mud or puddle at least once a day.

Last winter I gave up and bought a pair of rain boots or plastic boots or whatever you call them where you are.   They were mostly a gift for Baby J, who kept asking me to join her when  she went out to jump in muddy puddles a la Peppa Pig. 

I no longer get my feet wet in the rain, less ant bites, in general pretty convenient.  But I still miss my flip flops.  The dry grass.  The sunny days. 

The Hardcore Country Life took me out of my flip flops but it didn’t took the shore out of me.

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 22 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a really awesome weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

17th century tapestry

 

This week will be a continuation of last week.  This is a tapestry in one of the main rooms of the Hotel El Convento.  I don’t know exactly how old it is but it’s OLD.  REALLY.  OLD.   I loved the intricacy of the work and design in it and the cheer size of it.

17th century tapestry in wall vintage furniture

But mostly, I wanted to steal those chairs.

Dancing in a cup for all of last week’s participants:

klara

ladyleemanila

Retirement and Beyond by Joan

In The  Zone by prior

I hope you have an amazing Tuesday.  Please share a bit of it with me!

 

Dancing Mondays: Sort of a Timberlake Edition

Sort of a Timberlake Edition because a real Timberlake Edition would be massive.  There’s not enough internet to do a Timberlake Edition.

BUT.  This song came out last week?  I don’t remember if it was last week (remember I’m in the stomach of the first week of May)  but it’s new and it’s awesome.

 

Doesn’t that feel better?  BUT, there’s also this gem.

 

For two nights I listened to those two songs back to back before sleeping more time that I’m prepared to admit.  It was for long.  Like, longer than anyone should stay up listening to anything.  They made my heart lighter somehow.

 

So go have the best week ever.  Begin today.  Dance and make your colors shine.

The doors of El Convento

I can’t believe I’m linking a DSLR shot for Norm’s Thursday Doors.  What is this magic?  I don’t know, but I like real photos appearing in my stream!

Open doors at El Convento Hotel

Thursday Doors is one of my favorite weekly events to watch, but I almost never have a contribution because I rarely go out, so I get very exited when I can participate.

Of course I had to shoot them from inside out because why would I do it the other way around like normal people?  In my defence, the balcony in that part is very narrow and I though I would get a more majestic shot this way, with the floor and the ceiling detail.   What do I know anyway.

So, the floor, cleaner than the floor of any of the houses I stay in.  How do I know?  Baby J spent the two days I was there without shoes (because I forgot to pack them because LIFE) and all she had were socks.  My mom (who babysat her, with a molar nerve exposed – I didn’t mentioned this before because then I would have to dive into the waters of how much of a jerk manfriend is) noticed that the socks wouldn’t get dirty outside, no matter where she walked.

The last day I was there I let her run barefoot on that same stretch shown in the picture.  (And I’ve talked about my thing with shoes before.)  I picked her up and found clean feet people.

While I waited for check out I saw one of the service boys pick up a vacuum from right behind the door and go to town in between tasks.  He was removing three tiny pieces of paper from the rug, but did a much bigger circle around the area.  So apparently they clean like, ALL THE TIME.  SO CLEAN.

And that’s my Thursday Door contribution.  Have a happy day today!

 

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 21 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is an awesome weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

bell texture

 

Peeps.

Today is my blogversary!   It’s been fourteen years since I started diarying – I began posting on what was Diaryland in 2002 -, I have taken time out only when I haven’t had internet access but never done a hiatus and even though I don’t write a lot of fiction anymore (or none), I still find things to share and write about.  (Whaaa?)

Like the first week of this May.  Oh, that week screwed me up like a mofo.

I said I went to a convention for manfriend’s business without him because he just decided that he would not give a crap about the whole thing and left me to battle the whole photography thing and the conferences thing and the representing his business thing on my own because why not?  It’s not like it was only the first convention he was going to participate in and it only cost him all the money we don’t have.   No biggie.

Anyway, I stayed in the convention’s hotel which happened to be El Convento.  Oh, yes, that same hotel that I told him I wanted to stay in at least once before I died so many years ago, one of my dreams came true and I spent the night nauseous because the pain of his unfounded anger weighted me down so heavily.  Yes, that one.

The hotel is beautiful, a little uncomfortable if you are into modernity (it was built in the 17th century) but beautiful all around.  After I finished I snuck a few minutes to shoot some things and found this bell.

wall mounted bell

 

I’ll be sharing a few other textures later.  I still haven’t made a dent into the almost four hundred food photos that I have to edit and cringe every time I start dealing with them.  The portraits, I must say, came out really decent for someone who doesn’t know a thing about portrait shooting.

Glow sticks and DJ music for last week’s participations, go give some love:

ladyleemanila

San Ferno

Have an amazing Tuesday.  And please share a bit of it with me, it’ll cheer me up some.

Music for your ears. Literally.

Reblogging this post for Dancing Mondays because I was wrong and the first week of May ate me and still has me in it’s stomach. In fact, I don’t know if I’ll ever get out of here.
Lots of music in here though, so no frets.
Hope you have a good one!

de monte y mar

It’s been a while since I’ve shared what music I’m listening to. Here is some love for your ears, and remember I love to hear your suggestions of what I should be listening to.

Boyfriend by Justin Bieber – Looking back on posts I found one where I wrote that I didn’t particularly liked Justin Bieber. Then this happened. All hail the queen of contradiction.

Lean on Me by Seal – I heard this in Dancing With the Stars (this season!! My gah!) and immediately bought it. It’s got a great soulful flavor and I find it particularly refreshing to hear the coral arrangement be a subtle part of the song instead of the punch.

Sunrise by Rascal Flatts – I intended to get Changed, which is the one I heard, but when I sampled the album, this was the song that stole my heart most.

The Rose by Bette…

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Tuesdays of Texture | Week 20 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a super cool weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

So, last week? Ate me.  It ate me, regurgitated me and now I’m here all chewed and beginning to rot.

I’ve had hard weeks before, I had a work week were was working before getting out of bed that almost ate me, but this was ridiculous.

I had to attend a convention for manfriend’s business without manfriend because he was angry with me – and I didn’t do anything, seriously besides helping his butt – and I also had to work as a photographer in said convention.  I had to do portraits, corporate group shots, food shots;  I worked a lot, and by the way, I’m no photographer so it was HARD. And I had to do it all alone because his majesty idiot didn’t care.

Anyway. On the way to the convention I passed that sculpture piece and mentally winced. 

Party in a hat for last week’s participations:

Joan
Writing Wings
Rara

Kitty paws for @naramilee 's #TuesdaysOfTexture. #catstagram #catsofinstagram #kittypaws #paws #fluffyfriends

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Share a bit of your day with me, please. I need it.
Have a good one!

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 19 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a super cool weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

#Silk to sleep.

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Brief one today because this week apparently wants to eat me.  My silky pajama pants.

Hug round for last week’s participations, go check them out:

ladyleemanila

Una Vista Di San Ferno

St Germain’s Blog by jesh

 

Have an awesome Tuesday, and please remember to share a bit of it with me!

 

 

Dancing Monday’s: Be Dance Edition

https://youtu.be/6LKet6Nvd90

Salsa goals people. 

That’s it.  I have no more words.

Go shake your bum today.  Or jump enthusiastically.   Or just smile real big and take a bow for being naturally awesome.

Have a happy Monday! !

The hard, crappy kind of days

There’s something about the hard days.

It's going down. ##sunset

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Somehow, hope never fails.  I might refuse it and ignore it, but somewhere -even when I seek solitude and try to find the loneliest place – someone appears and asks “are you OK?”

One time I was a second from breaking down crying, carrying mine and Baby J’s food -while pushing her stroller- in a mall, having a really bad day, and a lady left her turn in line to carry our tray to a table.

That has happened three times.
I would be internally crying because I seldom have help or someone to do things with -I can count with the fingers of my hand the times manfriend has helped me-, and someone comes up to tell me it’s OK, they’ll give me a hand.

It’s a bad day today and I don’t know if it’s going to work out our if it’s going to be OK, but I can feel in the colors of the sunset, the love shining down on me.

And I refuse to ignore it.