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Some ever so random bits and bobs for you today. My mind is a wandering one. Its oft preferred state, which, after some overly obsessive and incredibly tiresome thinking suits me fine. Uh-huh.
First, a little more leg than I anticipated, but whatever. Call me a slut, but my neighbor beat you to the punch on whore. Because if a little leg, using birth control before having my internal lady parts removed (read about it here: 1, 2, 3, 4) , and enjoying sex with my husband make me one, I say, in for a penny, in for a pound. Anyhoo, the socks beg to be seen! They are from Gumball Poodle (oddly, I bought mine at New Seasons) and are perfect for roller skating, even when hidden under cropped pants, with many other neat-o options. Meat, anyone? Beer? Bacon?
Second, a little listening. Do you know about Poking Smot? I must say that I, in no way or shape, like this moniker. Really? That’s the best you got? Well, I shall forgive you because your website is so freakin’ awesome that it nearly makes my head spin. Music, so very much music: new, old, jazzy, synthy, rocky, poppy (currently jiving and toe tapping to Sandy Bull’s “Blend”). Merde et zut alors! This place could be the site of my downfall. I’ll just listen to one more song and be on my way, oh and another, but wait, they’ve got that? Down for the count peeps, d-o-w-n!
Third, a little reading. This is a shout out for local writer K.B. Dixon who sent me a copy of his book, The Photo Album. It is a very quirky, Colleen-style tale. A warm breeze of an afternoon read and well worth the time, it’s an imaginary photo album (hence the title) with captions. What was happening there? What was intended? What don’t we see? Filled with details of places I love and very much home. It made me think, laugh, and sigh with wonder.
Fourth, a little watching. And contrast. First, another one of my man-crushes, Zach Galifianiakis (I’m not kidding), in a supporting role (with Jason Schwartzman and Ted Danson – a fine trio if ever there was) in a truly awesome and also very Colleen-style comedy series, Bored to Death. I think I’ve mentioned this bit of kooky before, but dang, do I love it so. The hubster can’t get enough of it either, I might add. We laugh until we cry and always want more. Luckily we’ve got DVD number two waiting for us to-night. It’s on, bitches! (Just for you, Amber)
Now to the contrast, The Yellow Handkerchief. It follows Brett (William Hurt) after his release from prison, searching for a new hold on life and remembering May (Maria Bellow), the love he left behind. Then there is Martine (Kristen Stewart) and Gordy (handsome Eddie Redmayne), young and inexperienced, escaping home, awkward and yearning for a connection, to no longer be outsiders and first forgotten. They travel in Gordy’s car, through the post Katrina aftermath, taking ill used highways and discovering unexpected places, especially within themselves. Sweet and sad and happy.
Fifth, a little love, for you, sweet readers, and Friday. Have a tip-top, hat’s-off, groove-on weekend!
This final Hawaiian post is a long one. Grab a beverage or a snack and sit for a spell, won’t you? We’re starting out in Hale’iwa on the North Shore, the surfing capitol of the world. There are lots of charming shops selling all kinds of goodness, and equally charming people. We’ll definitely be back here.
Action shot! The North Shore seems to be the shave ice capitol of the world, as well. If I do say so myself, our combination of lemon, coconut, and vanilla was pretty darned awesome. Soft, almost creamy, no ice crystals, and that touch of vanilla ice cream in the bottom of the cup was divine.
Anahulu stream bridge in Hale’iwa. I love bridges.
A cute cottage for island living.
Smack-dab in the middle of the Dole Plantation. I have never seen so many pineapples!
Highway 99 south to Honolulu.
Dining at the Kapiolani Farmer’s Market. We indulged in an omelet with asparagus and island sheep cheese, super refreshing sparkling beverages, macadamia flower honey from Kaneohe, and abalone. Despite being slightly worried that we were the only haolies in line for them, they did not disappoint: garlicky, buttery, slightly chewy, a bit like escargot. What a pretty bit of “garbage,” as well.
The Kapiolani Community College (the location of the farmer’s market) has one of the most beautiful campuses I have ever seen. There are a myriad variety of flowers…
And more flowers. This was actually part of a hedge. A hibiscus hedge. It is paradise, after all!
This amazing banyan is the neighbor of the Iolani Palace.
The Hawaiian Crest, it reads:
Ua Mau Ke Ea O Ka Aina I Ka Pono
The Life of the Land is Perpetuated in Righteousness
The grand entrance to the Iolani Palace.
Still pretty grand is the back entrance, where our tour started.
The barracks – can you tell Hawaiian royalty was deeply influenced by Europe, and, in particular, Great Britain?
What a fine porch to take in a luau…
Or wait for a tour wearing our special shoe covers. No photos allowed inside. Trust me, it was worth it.
Twin Palm trees and a beautiful view.
The state capitol building is unlike any I have seen before. I really liked the architecture. It is open to the elements, with offices around a courtyard. The handsome mosaic, reminiscent of the ocean, is at the center.
Also on the grounds of the capitol is this quite fine and modern rendering of the gracious and giving Father Damien. A sainted man who cared for the physical, emotional, and spiritual needs of those with leprosy (Hansen’s disease). He worked tirelessly for sixteen years before contracting and succumbing to the disease himself. Mahalo.
Greetings from his Majesty King Kamehameha, responsible for uniting the Island Kingdom of Hawaii. You can see the real cape he wore (made of thousands of red and yellow feathers) as well as other gorgeous finery on the tour of the Iolani Palace.
The grand mausoleum of King William Lunalilo, elected popularly and by the legislature.
Lunch time at the Hawaii State Art Museum. The restaurant was highly recommended by our tour guide at the Iolani Palace. The chef takes a “local first, organic whenever possible, and with aloha always” approach. It is mighty fine.
A tribute to Hawaiian Firefighters. Mahalo!
The Honolulu Brewing Company building, circa 1900. It actually went under a $25 million dollar renovation, but, quite unfortunately, I guess they used some super stinky wood sealer, and the building remains unoccupied. Talk about a bummer. It was, however, used in LOST, in some scenes where Charlie was meant to be in England. This also reminds me, we had one LOST sighting on our island adventure. In the airport on our way home, we saw Jack’s father Christian. He is more handsome and shorter than I expected. Go figure.
The Royal Hawaiian Hotel grounds. As we were walking by, we saw a couple readying for their wedding ceremony. What a place to tie the knot! For my Uncle Chris, and a shout out to Rick, too: we couldn’t find the place you guys had a cocktail, but no worries, we indulged in more than one delicious tropical drink requiring an umbrella and a maraschino cherry. We also had stunning views from the Punchbowl (see below).
Pineapple County Store
An Oahu icon, we had really good burgers and the equally good company of a local who dines here every night.
Leonard’s makes Malasadas, the best doughnut-like baked good I have ever tasted. Trust me, with a particular fondness for fried dough, I have A LOT of experience in this area. We tried them plain, filled with chocolate (like a really good pudding), and a silky coconut cream, of course. Is there a Hawaiian term for Ooh la la?
We’re at the Punchbowl National Cemetery. Located in a crater above the city, the cemetery is a stunning memorial to the sacrifices of our service men and women. Lady Columbia holds a laurel branch and represents the grieving of all mothers. Inscribed beneath her are the words of Abraham Lincoln:
“The solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.”
Amen to that.
It is a somber place of gorgeous vistas, encompassing Diamond Head to Pearl Harbor.
The small chapel.
One of the marvelous maps detailing World War II battles.
A final view of the sea.
Mahalo much, dear Hawaii!
Hi everyone -
Thanks so much for your kind words over the past few days. I am feeling better. Sometimes meltdowns are necessary, yes, totally.
Now, as the Monty Python boys would say, “For something completely different,” or, maybe “No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
I was visiting the Angry Chicken blog the other day and she mentioned Land’s End and how, now that she’s old enough not to care, she can say how much she likes their Canvas line. It’s funny, because I had been contemplating a post about my love for all things Land’s End for quite some time, but didn’t have the balls to put it out in public like that. With all the positive words I read in her comments, I decided to declare myself. Here’s why: I am a classic preppy girl at heart, and they really deliver in this department, and at fantastic prices. Sign up for their deals online and you get free shipping (not all the time, but I haven’t had to pay for it in quite a while) and some pretty sweet discounts (25% off sometimes – hard to beat). Men’s TALL sizes – the hubster need not expose his belly to the world! I also love that you can buy through the catalog and return items through your local Sears – no return shipping! Their customer service is awesome, via phone or chat online. They also truly believe in their products, don’t have those awful final sales, and will take items back any time, like forever. I’m sold. Here’s a few photos to show you.
As well, any time you decide to watch America’s Next Top Model and want to laugh at some of the awful looks the ladies give, know that this standing in front of the camera business is hard. Oh goodness, did I ever take a lot of pictures and resorted to goofy faces out of a singular desire to get it done before the sun went down. Sheesh.
I’m wearing the Canvas line Cotton Lawn Shirt. I love it so much that I have it in Navy, too. The pants are Women’s Heritage Chinos in Navy. The button detail is fantastic. I also adore the fact that they will hem the pants to the length you want at no extra charge. I love short pants, and I cannot lie! I opted for a 26″ inseam.
The cute anchor necklace. I am also a rather big fan of nautical themes.
I’m wearing my worst inquisitive look, but whatever, the shirt is Canvas Gingham Poplin in Navy. Navy cardigan from J. Crew last year. Bag is the Garment Washed Ragtop Tote. Shoes Cole Haan.
I’m screaming in horror at what I’m doing! Short Sleeve Aqua-Terra Rash Guard Shirt.
All the skin is so bright! Beach Living Mini Dots Bikini. It makes me feel like a 50′s bombshell…
Sleeveless Jersey Cover-Up in Navy. It has pockets! The sandals are from last year.
Enough already! Shirred Front Dress. More pockets!
How about that assortment of fabric? All are Liberty of London prints purchased at Target this past Sunday. My friend Meegan organized a group to meet at our local store for the big launch. We all arrived bright and early (8:00) for the hullabaloo, made even harder by the fact that we’d all sprung forward. Then the oddity started.
As this Target had no over night team to ready the displays, everything, save a few dresses and swim suits at the front of the store were all that had been unpacked. So, imagine a growing crowd of women hovering around a single Target team member hoping for the next best thing in Liberty! It was a bit of a mad scene, at times. Thankfully, I was just along for the ride. I had not pinned my hopes on buying anything, save maybe a dress for a tropical adventure, so I was not disappointed when the really serious ladies were filling shopping carts with everything they could.
Again, oddly enough, the hubster made out with more than I did – the purple and green on the left is a tie, and the wild peacock print is a pair of boxers. Although he did not know it until I arrived home – he had no intention of losing sleep to be at Target, of all places. I did find a dress, in the girl’s department, as, even though every association I have with Liberty is all about cotton, every dress and blouse for women was made of polyester. No thanks. So that’s my pattern in the background.
More odd, as I was loitering and enjoying the melee, I saw a familiar face, and scanning through the Rolodex of my mind thought the woman might be another Portland blogger. I kept watching, feeling more certain, before asking, “Are you The Eggplant?” Much to my delight, her reply was a resounding, “Yes!” and we had some shared giggles over the cute patterns and the madness of it all. A fun and funny Sunday morning, to be sure.
Seriously. I cannot think of a single movie, book, or bit of musical genius to highlight, so, instead, poor grammar, random thoughts, and silliness will rule this post.
Bridget and I went to the Bagdad last night to see what could, quite possibly, be the worst film I’ve ever seen in a theater. I won’t glorify its distasteful and utterly stupid badness by revealing the title, for that would amount to free advertising. Anyway, about one third of the way through, I leaned over and whispered to Bridget, “Do you want to go to Goodwill?” Were it not for the fact that she was midway through a glass of wine, I think we had some serious potential for an early exit. Now I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever actually left a theater before the film was over. I don’t think so; Buddy, have we? However, this does remind me of the time I saw Henry and June at the Mayan (it’s so Aztec like) in Denver. I observed a couple leave early for quite a different reason. If you haven’t already seen it, rent it and you’ll know, too.
After the Bagdad, we went to Powell’s, and I bought books I hope to enjoy. Please think good thoughts because I have had some duds this summer and haven’t finished any of them. Here’s hoping these will satisfy: Bergen Evans’s Dictionary of Quotations, Donna Tartt’s The Secret History, and Christoper Buckley’s Losing Mum and Pup. If the latter is anything like the raucous and witty good time of Thank You for Smoking (film version – I never read the book), I think I will like it, despite the slightly morbid subject matter. In any case, it will be fascinating to read about what it was like to have William F. Buckley as a father. I remember watching him on television (Firing Line) as a child, rapt. I never understood a word he said (then, not now, I’ve grown up some), but, boy, did I love to listen to the man speak. He certainly had his own way. Here’s a link to a good example – Buckley in His Own Words.
What more can I tell you? A decaf Americano with heaps of half and half at the Fresh Pot after a satisfying book search (in which there was much discussion about who will buy the book with the cool cover AND remember the conversation if a divorce is ever required) and romp on Hawthorne with one of your best friends in the world is a marvelous way to end an evening out. Marvelous, I tell you.
Oh, yes! Thanks for the comments on the new blog header. I thought it was about time I showed our actual red roof, and I liked the light that evening, so there you go. Have a super weekend!
This is a little something that I bought from the Etsy seller Jennifer Morris Beads. Don’t you love the pretty packaging?
Though all of her work is amazing, I could not take my eyes off this piece. I love the bright blue and brassy combination, a little funky, very Colleen. Then I caught the name, rather serendipitously, it is called “Soft Parade,” also the name of a Doors album. You may recall that I kind of like their music. That pretty much sealed the deal.
I had her make it into a brooch, and it is perfect. My picture does it no justice, so I’ll try to wear it the next time I see you. For now, here is a link to her picture of it. Who knows, maybe you’ll find something for yourself while you are there.
Thank you Coveiter for pointing me in her direction!
Hello, Mars Blackmon here. Not really, it’s just me, Colleen, but the title fit today’s topic, and I’ve got a soft spot for Spike as Mars, especially with the glasses. Well, to be honest, Mr. Lee’s spectacles are always pretty spectacular (HA!). Seriously, they are. The man’s got good taste.
I loved those Nike commercials when I was in high school. I even had the poster with Michael Jordan palming Mars’ head like a basketball, his feet suspended in the air. Very cool.
But that isn’t what this post is about. It IS the shoes. I love them! Loafers, flats, and wedge styles being my favorite, but I also wear very practical Birkenstocks and sandals around the house. They’re not very cute, but they keep my feet happy.
Almost as much as I love shoes, I love a good deal, scoffing at the idea of paying full price. This photo is my latest batch of exceptional bargains from Nordstrom Rack. I paid $110 for all three when the original prices would have had me spending $395! That’s only 28% – a banner day!
My other favorite spot for bargain prices, and not just on shoes, is Sierra Trading Post (www.sierratradingpost.com). I’ve gotten nearly all of my Birkenstocks there and usually at 60 – 70% off retail, not too shabby.
Three cheers to Mars, happy feet, and good deals!