Fashion Plates

I was reflecting on that great girl-toy of the 80’s, Fashion Plates, a few days ago at Like Totally 80’s. I didn’t actually own any Fashion Plates, but I sure did love them, and kind of want to play with a set right now.

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Daddy J’s birthday pics

Daddy J informed me last fall that he did NOT want me to plan a surprise party for his 40th birthday. He knew what he wanted: he wanted to rent the town banquet hall, put a bottle of Cabo Wabo on every table, and sing with his band, Speakeasy, for a crowd of his friends and family.

So, that’s just what happened.

He turned into his rockstar alter-ego and rocked out with Speakeasy, after a set with Toby Fuss and his band. Many thanks to our friends Russ Faxon and TJ Hall for taking photos and giving us a disc with hundreds of happy memories. Also thanks to Maggi Vaughn, our Tennessee poet laureate, for composing and reading a poem about Daddy J, and to our friend Angelica Wortham for creating a gorgeous cake as a birthday present for my man.













Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. I love you.

lovely photos

This sort of reminds me of Anne Geddes’s stuff, except it’s more tender, I guess because of the sleeping baby. And I absolutely love the crafty, home-madeness of the tableaux. It’s just incredibly sweet and so well done.

Check out While the Baby Sleeps…

fighting for justice regarding Henry’s death

Please take a minute and go check out cousin Katies’ blog, and please take another minute to leave a comment that you have not forgotten Henry’s case and that you expect the Knoxville authorities to continue to investigate fully. This kind of support is very helpful to Katie as she continues to pursue justice for her son’s death, and we feel that keeping attention on the investigation will encourage the authorities to resolve the case.

Thank you.

a couple more ball pics

~ Courtesy of my friend and the committee co-chair Angelica ~

It was SO MUCH FUN.

Here is the general decor look – pink and black, feathers and balloons and shiny stuff. Look at that boa action over the doorway and around the bar! And I love the ostrich feathers that committee member N.G. got going for the tables.

And a little clearer short of Daddy J and me.

(Yes, I’m double-fisting, but one is WATER.)

(REALLY.)

Apparently there are more ball pics in the Sunday paper, but we don’t have a subscription and we couldn’t find one this morning. I hope one turns up so I can check it out.

first real boo-boo

Rainbow did something to his ankle in the backyard on Friday. We had a few theories floating around, but Daddy J’s is the best: He was trying to walk on the playsystem ladder’s rungs as it was resting on the ground.

(Until the company, which we sued in small claims court, comes and fixes it within the next month or so.)

(Yeah, we won*.)

(Hee.)

*makes immature finger gesture toward company’s office in Franklin, TN*

Anyway, he twisted his ankle/hurt his foot somehow. I looked over toward the playsystem and he was next to the ladder, holding up his foot and crying. Nothing other than a scrape on the back of his calf, no swelling or discoloration or lumps or anything, but it was very tender. He cried for a while and just would NOT put any weight on that thing. It was so incredibly pitiful to see – he’d forget, and ask to be put down, and then cry and beg to be held. He learned to scoot on his bottom and walk on his knees.

This happened at 9:30. My father in law, who was a First Responder at one point, happened to be here at the time. He helped me check out Rainbow’s little ankle and we decided that there wasn’t an immediate ER situation. We gave it a couple of hours, but I couldn’t deal and wanted to be sure nothing was broken or fractured. Got X-rayed and confirmed that it’s a soft tissue injury. So that’s good.

Anyway, that was my Friday: fretting, hospital, fretting, pampering Rainbow.

Also much of Saturday morning.

By Saturday lunchtime, he was walking on it with a pronounced limp. And by Saturday night, he was limp/dancing at Daddy J’s 40th birthday party.

Which totally rocked. Pics to follow soon.

* Instead of saying that we “won”, I should have said that we “reached a settlement,” albeit a settlement that we are very happy with and that the company was at first adamant just wasn’t going to happen. So, for us, it was a win, though we settled before we went to court.

in the wee morning hours

It’s 2:30 and I just put little Scarlett and Wolfric out for bathroom break. Scarlett normally makes it all night, but woke me up just now. Whaddayagonnado.

I’m all creaky and sore from the little ski trip that Daddy J and I just took. It was a couple thing, a grown-up only thing, and it was great. First time skiing for both of us, and I think the fact that we avoided injury AND both made it down the beginner slope multiple times (with varying degrees of flair and speed) equals success. I’ll try to get a trip report and pics up tomorrow afternoon.

Here are a few pics from the Ball. (Daddy J used the Hipstamatic filter on his iPhone for these.) I wish I had a better pic of The Dress, which I loved, and its racy open back. We did get our Prom Pictures made by the photographer, so I’ll scan that in when they get back.

Also, that last pic? That would be me playing tambourine and singing with Four on the Floor, the band (at their invitation!) for Mustang Sally. Hee.

Totally unrelatedly: just now, I stood with the back door open to let the dogs in and noted that it’s downright balmy outside. We’ll probably get some more yucky weather (I feel like March always sneaks in some crud) but it totally feels like spring. Perhaps Aslan is on the move!!

And yeah, I’m really sleepy. Off to dreams of Narnia.

***edited to add: Just learned through Cousin Katie’s blog that Perry Moore, the producer of the Narnia movies was found dead of an overdose on Thursday morning. I didn’t know about this when I mentioned Narnia above; I just love the Narnia books and the warm end-of-winter weather reminded me of it.

I am so sad to learn about his death. He was so young (Daddy J’s and my age) and seems like such a talented and good guy. What a tragedy. Katie’s son Henry’s tragic passing due to complications from a drug overdose makes death from drug abuse very personal for our family.

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