Seinfeld and Mr.Peterman are real…I know! It’s true!

I just came across the J.Peterman catalogue on-line last night and went about reading almost all of it.  Who reads a catalogue?  Everyone that reads J.Peterman!  Who remembers the recurring role of Mr.Peterman on Seinfeld as Elaine’s boss? This will refresh things for you…

The J.Peterman catalogue offers clothing and accessories for inspired travelling.  It reads like a Hemingway novel and you are drawn in to the fictional world of the characters presented in the catalogue.  It is brilliant!  This is what I have picked out for Pat.

Heirloom.

Heirloom Gladstone Bag

Try looking in the attic first.
You don’t have one? Then it’s time maybe to go to the secret barn. Somewhere there is one.

And it’s filled with everything.

Look…there under that huge pile of saddles and hats…it seems to be the hood of a car. Oh no. It’s the Packard. It’s the 12-cylinder Packard convertible somebody (Emily?) once drove across the country. The doors are locked.

…but inside the car seems to be stuffed with old clocks, framed oil paintings, a leopard skin, books, boots, brass fishing reels, stamp albums…

You can’t take it all in. At the other end of the barn you notice a marble table, a beautiful slim-wheeled two-seat carriage, a stack of a dozen carved chairs, a leather trunk…it’s all too much at once…

You trip on something. What is it? A leather suitcase of some kind. You lift it by its handles. It has old European hotel stickers on it. You grab it and practically run…you’ll come back to the barn some other time…

In broad daylight you examine it. A beautiful, mellow old leather Gladstone. (That’s what they used to call them.) Rather defiantly and ruggedly old-fashioned looking. Strong enough to go down the Nile, across the Alps, through the Canal, over the oceans, but still small enough to carry aboard a plane. A thing like this would cost a fortune these days…

This is what I have picked out.

Man Seeking Woman.

1940s Cord DressBetween the ages of 25 and older.

Attractive, confident, stylish. Has known at least one positive male role model. Must like French cooking, Etta James, Broadway, movies made between 1937-66, disturbing literature, spirited horses. Ability to pack light. Open to impromptu world travel.

Willing to be seen in this. Often.

1940s Cord Dress (No. 2856). Shawl collar, three-quarter length sleeves with turned down back cuffs. Ultraplush 21-wale cotton corduroy. Large self-fabric belt with buttons down the front. Made for snappy dialogue and romantic innuendo. What you wear when you have all the best lines.

1940s Cord Dress

Work, parties, dinner, dancing, slow fade.

The items cost as much as a flight to Paris, but a girl can dream.  Have fun reading the catalogue at J.Peterman.com!

true confessions

I am just going to throw this out there for anyone brave enough to follow….or ….as Captain Kirk says:”To boldly go where no man has gone before”.

I have a habit, probably a compulsive behaviour if I was to be truthful; and as you all know I am nothing if not truthful:)

I like to clean public bathrooms after I have been in it!  O’k not the whole bathroom!  I don’t clean toilets, but I do clean up around the sink.  Is it part Buddhist belief?  Leave each space you enter better than it was before(practicing humility)…

Or is it simply that I don’t want the people after me to think that I made the mess?…in which case I am not very spiritual, only insightful.

Please tell me and all the other cyber space readers if you have an odd compulsion….we’re all waiting to feel obsessively/compulsively normal together!

 

walking meditation among the chaos

Grass thick with dew.  The moon grudgingly holding the sky  in the west as the sun rises lazily in the east. I walk our dog Cally on our trails.  Crickets, birds and even squirrels calling.  I use my morning walk to set the tone for the day.  Gratitude extended to our Creator.  I stop periodically to stretch or to enter into a yoga pose.  Nothing beats yoga off the mat.  Feeling light.

Reverie interrupted as Cally lurched  forwards to what had previously been an unseen ground-hog.  Cally had a bad run in with one last year, where upon his face was clawed, just missing his eyes…resulting in a vet visit, rabies shot and meds…We were perilously close to another go-around, I instinctively yelled “Aaaahhhh!!!” then “Cally, NO!”..maybe more like a battle cry or demonic wail than a clear command! It worked though because  both Cally and the ground-hog stopped in their tracks…I laughed inwardly at the absurdity of the situation….where is my camera?!  Both animals staring at me now, apparently waiting for the next instruction…to which I accommodated with”Cally, Come!“.  He did come, was treated, and the ground-hog waddled off looking periodically behind him (and I believe he would have scratched his head if his arms were long enough)  Perhaps thinking…“what the?”!

My heart returned quickly to its pre-surprise state.  As did my state of calm.  This is what walking meditation does for you.  You may enter into a situation of stress in your day, but are able to respond clearly and quickly.  The event  resolved as soon as it began.

Thich Nhat Hanh is a Buddhist monk and scholar.  I have read many of his books and apply many of his lessons to my life, daily, easily.  From his book Happiness, he says:”Our mind tends to dart from one thing to another, like a monkey swinging from branch to branch without stopping to rest.  Thoughts have millions of pathways, and they forever pull us along into the world of forgetfulness.  If we can transform our walking path into a field for meditation, our feet will take every step in full awareness.  Our breathing will be in harmony with our steps, and our mind will naturally be at ease.  Every step we take will reinforce our peace and joy and cause a stream of calm energy to flow through us.”

If I can do this, so can you…walking to the car, in the grocery store or mowing the lawn.

A little insanity goes a long way

Sometimes you just have to have a little chuckle to release some stress.  Sometimes you need to really have a good belly laugh, and then there are the times that you are laughing so hard it becomes hysterical…and then, if you are a woman, you cry! and laugh!  There is nothing wrong with that, I say:)
My daughter Emily does the silent giggle and a little body shake, so does my sister-in-law Sue.
My friend Carol laughs brightly, and then gets teary as she tries to control the fit of laughter.
I have a bit of a bark laugh…not as cute or attractive as the first two me-thinks.
They reflect our personalities to some degree.
Humor is infectious. The sound of roaring laughter is far more contagious than any cough, sniffle, or sneeze. When laughter is shared, it binds people together and increases happiness and intimacy. In addition to the domino effect of joy and amusement, laughter also triggers healthy physical changes in the body. Humor and laughter strengthen your immune system, boost your energy, diminish pain, and protect you from the damaging effects of stress. Best of all, this priceless medicine is fun, free, and easy to use. from healthguide.org

This weekend, make sure to laugh….go big or go home!!!