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Pinterest Picks – Mostly good. One weird.

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Here is me: Pinterest – Secret Recess

Follow meh, I follow yeh.

First, the good:

Isabel Marant

Meadham Kirchhoff Calandra faux fur coat

Jeremy Laing

Emerson Fry Gold Lennon Boot

Note to friends/family/fans – I am a medium top and bottom, and an 8 1/2 size shoe.

Message me for my addy.  Mmmkay?  Thanks.

Now, onto the weird.  This, this…this…this…yuck, yick, bah, siss, bam, rolf!

This makes my mouth feel funny and my throat itch.

Doesn’t it look like it would just expand in your throat and suffocate you like in some B horror film?

This is what I imagine – pretty, young twentish, protagonist in a sexy night shirt, small bows tying up her pretty blond, shiny perfectly placed pigtails – is standing at her kitchen island, suggestively putting her index finger in her mouth with a finger scoop full of pink foam. “Mmmmm”  Suddenly, her eyes widen, mouth agape, she coughs and clutches her throat as the foam grows and fills her mouth full of suffocating sugary puff.  She falls to the floor and stairs at the ceiling behind dead eyes.

Wow.  That was weird.

Have a good day!


Chas and Mattie

I go through phases with  Whole months will go by that I don’t visit the site even once.  Then randomly I will sit down with the intention of only spending a few minutes online, look at the clock and like a flash 3 hours have gone by.  I totally fall down the wormhole.  I pour over names, research census records, check dates, count children, look at death records…

Speaking of..

This is the death record for a woman named Martha Barnett, who died in 1919 in the teeeeeeeny town of Cedar Creek, Texas (21 miles from Austin, near Bastrop).  Her cause of death was “NO DOCTORS” (what the hell does that mean?).  I also believe her to be my great, great, grandmother.

My mother told me that she thought some of her family was from central Texas and gave me her grandparents names.  Thus starting the madness.  From there I got their parents names, and from there I got their parents names and all the kids names, and all the random “laborers” that lived with them in their houses in 1810 etc etc etc.

So, it seems I come from a long line of farmers and housewives…..I suck and both farming and housework, by the way.

I would have made a terrible 1800 frontiers woman.  Afraid of my own shadow, the “woods”, tetanus, brown spiders, spindly black spiders (black widows!), hard work outside, drafty houses, sun damage..  I will exhibit an almost violent reaction to having to (gasp) hand wash something.  Just to name a few of my near-phobias…(You totally want to be my friend now, don’t you?)

Sorry to say that their line of work was not “aristocrat-ing” or “bourgeoisie-ing” – I would have been awesome at that!

I kid, I kid.  Sortof.

Anyway, learning that the thriving metropolis of Cedar Creek was only 30 minutes away from where I live now was kinda exciting.  Learning that Martha (above) and her husband, my great, great grandfather Charles John Barnett are buried there was even more exciting.  I loaded up the doggies, and the fiance and we went on a little trip to check it all out.

As we drove through the country side, we talked a little about what it might have looked like in the mid-1800s.  And, what brought them over to central Texas from the deep south, anyway?  And, why this area in particular?

I need to do more research.

But until then, I discovered not only my great, great grandparents graves in the cemetery, but a whole mess of presumed relatives.  Creepy/crazy!

And, look – someone cared enough to put yellow little flowers in front of their graves.  Isn’t that my job?  The totally neglectful great, great, granddaughter – ugh!

Thank you to the sweet soul who is looking out for them and cared to make their headstones pretty.

Who are these people?  What were their lives like?  How did they all die, and why so early some of them?  What brought them to Texas?  And to Cedar Creek (the sticks, even now)?  How long has it been since someone from their family visited them?  What does “NO DOCTORS” mean?

It’ll take time, but I aim to get some questions answered.

Thanks for reading this very personal entry!



The best day, in the best city…New Orleans.

I spent 3 1/2 glorious days in my new favorite city – New Orleans.  This is a post about just one of them.

I went to NOLA once before years and years ago.  It was the millennium and everyone was too afraid of the pending Y2K apocalypse to do anything super exciting (like, LEAVE THE HOUSE).  Let’s put it this way, I remember seeing the Ponchartrain and the inside of a house party.  And, really – if we were all going to die in a Y2k explosion, why the hell weren’t we partying like crazy and having fun and being the last people to see Jackson Square?  Lame.

This trip was anything but lame.  And, yes – it has everything to do with my sweet boyfriend (“darlin’ man” – you remember from other posts) proposing to me within hours of arriving.  Everything was tinged a bit sweeter with that development, I will say.  That city is just vibrating and brimming with excitement and possibilities.  Getting engaged, starting a whole new life with someone you love like crazy is possibly the most exciting thing I have ever experienced – so appropriate that it happened there.  It was awesome.  (I am totally resisting the urge to put about 100 exclamation points right HERE)

Thanksgiving day (the day after the proposal) we got up at the crack of dawn (literally) and went down to have breakfast at Cafe du Monde.

We made all the phone calls to our family and close friends to tell them the happy news.  We walked around a still waking, French Quarter.  Picked up the spiciest Bloody Mary I have ever tried to drink at a hotel,  and just walked down the street with it.  Just like that!  Walked down the street with a Bloody Mary!  I love NO.  Note: do not tell the NOLA bartenders that you would like it mild.  They make it hotter.  DOH!

We went back to the hotel – The Frenchman.  Changed clothes and walked over to Brennan’s for our non-traditional Thanksgiving Day lunch.

I loved that guy above.

Later that afternoon we took a nap, changed and went to watch the Longhorns actually win a game.  Then..THEN… THE BOUNCE.

New Orleans Bounce

That was about the most fun I have ever had in my entire life.  All these people get together and dance their asses off… Literally.  The dudes are incredible.  The women are absolutely amazing.  They are so athletic, it is crazy.  There were impersonators.  I got dragged out to the dance floor TWICE to shake, shake, shake by one of the leader guys..

And, no – I can’t do that shake-y shake-y thing AT ALL (too white).  It is pathetic how little coordination I have.  Why God, why couldn’t I be graced with just a little of that..  THAT??

Big Freedia – Y’all Get Back Now

When we left, we got po’ boys and humongous beers at a gas station for our walk back to The Frenchman.

God, I love that place and I love those people.

I think that was probably the best day of my life.

So, see –  “Darlin” it doesn’t take much.  Just lots of booty shakin’, a new sparkly ring, and the finest food to make me happy!

You can see more pictures of our trip in the slideshow below:


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