Thursday, May 27, 2010

More Hermes....and scarf thrift shopping.

I throw on my Hermes scarves with just about any outfit.
They are so versatile.


they add colour and interest
and they keep my neck warm.


Dark denim jeans, patent leather Mee Too kitten heels, Quilted Eddie Bauer vest...
just add a tee and
I am ready to go to the Market or run errands.
How simple is that?


Switch the Hermes for this one...


or this one...
wanna be equestrian!


or swap out the vest and the scarf. 



Royal Robbins vest...at least 3 years old and still going strong.

Any scarf can add colour and interest.
I have a few other scarves and enjoy them as well.
I am definitely not a scarf snob.
In fact, I find many great silk scarves in thrift shops.
Many designers have done fabulous scarves over the years.

A few years ago I came across a lovely vintage Balanciaga silk scarf which I sold for a tidy profit in a high end consignment shop.
I bought a vintage Hermes twill for under $20 but the colours were not right for me so I sold it as well.
When in a thrift shop I always look at the scarves because you never know what you'll find.
Who knows it could be your lucky day!
Happy Hunting.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Hermes scarf expose in the Bungalow...

Hermes is all in the details...
from the hand rolled edges and the neatly spaced stitching,
 to their signature twill weave,
and then the talented artist designed prints.
And of course there are the orange boxes, 
the brown embossed grossgrain ribbons 
and the gift enclosure cards!


There are tips in the giveaway books and cards on how to wear and tie these lovelies.


This was the way my mom wore her scarves in the 60's and 70's.
It suits her and the Queen...but not me!



I wore mine like this in the mid 70's with my long wavy hippie chic hair and sterling silver hoop earrings.
In fact I had mine on at our wedding rehearsal dinner at the Chinese restaurant...
we had been renovating the suite that we were moving into and time was of the essence, 
so I did not have time to coif my hair...
just shower and go.
Those were the days when a lick and a promise were all it took!
I was a bit of a flower child anyhow.


This is one way I like to tie my scarf.
I love how "French" she looks!


and another...



I will be showing some more scarves in another post...

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

What's in a name (?) and memories...from Camp.

Have you a nickname perchance?
I had a nickname given to me at the Church Camp that I attended before I was a teen..."FROU FROU"...I was a city girl....need I say more?
I attended summer camp on a Lake for several years as a camper and then later in my early teens as a leader.

It was such an adventure...we lived very simply, and there was a lot of "team building", we slept in cabins with 8-10 "strangers" in bunk beds, we had to agree on our cabin name and make and post the sign out front, ...the walls were wood...rustic, no central heating...none! I slept in layers.
A solitary bare light bulb hung from the ceiling...we were advised to bring our own torches /flashlights to read by and to walk to the latrine in the dark of night....shadows and trees moving with the breeze, and strange noises outside...the buzzing of bugs and the hum of the countryside....I ran there and back my heart pounding in my chest.
It was scary, there were spiders, and one night on an outdoor sleep out a cougar was seen nearby and we were all woken up and herded into the main hall, terrified and screaming...some crying for their mothers!
We woke up every morning to a knock on the door by a leader bearing a bowl full of orange quarters at about 6:30! We then were marched across a field to a communal latrine...there was no hot water! Showering happened, but we did it as fast as possible!
You had to be at the mess hall at the appointed time or go hungry, oversleeping was not tolerated!

Sing songs around the campfire with strumming guitars, and Bible readings were on the menu of course, but that was not my main reason for going. It was a chance to experience life away from the safety of home....an adventure, some independence.
There was a Tuck Shop...it was a kind of store where we could purchase treats or craft items...and we were only permitted to spend a certain amount per day...something like $3...if memory serves.

I learned to paddle a canoe, row a boat, to sail a Sabot, swim and dive, to get splashed in the eyes and not cry, to build a fire, make a bed, weave, and wait my turn....there were about 300 girls in the mess hall...all ravenous after a busy day on the water. We ate what they served no complaining, it was dinner, eat or go hungry. We sat at long tables and passed the bowls of food around...girl to girl...and after the meal we had a spatula to scrape the food scraps off the plates into a bucket.
(I thought that this was pretty cool but when I suggested to my Mom that we do this at home she blanched!)

When I was a leader I knew the scraping was done to minimize the work of the "dishwashers" in the kitchen...there were very few people on the payroll, most volunteered...this was before dishwashers were installed!
As a leader I had responsibilties...for my girls...if they snuck out at night and tried to meet the boys camp on the opposite side of the Lake my head would be on the block....some girls even smoked cigarettes...Export A's ....the tough girls from the other side of town had these....I had to turn a blind eye to this...wimp that I was, I knew my match.
I was the early bird delivering the orange quarters...I was the one who cut the oranges, I administered first aid, applied band aids, hugged them when they were homesick and encouraged them when they were scared.
It seems like such a long time ago...almost another life in fact, a former me.

I recently saw an ad in the paper advertising the same Summer Camp, it's been over 40 years and still it's going strong!


I can only wonder what it's like to attend today and if the girls who go experience the same kind of cameraderie that I did...are they as naive and wet behind the ears as I was back then...not bloody likely!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Victoria Day Weekend activities...they are all over the map.

Abraham Darby by David Austin
grown in the Bungalow Garden.


The fragrance is intoxicating and heavy with perfume.
It is a repeat bloomer and one of my favorite roses.

 Victoria Day is a holiday so we have an extra day to play.
I have been busy in the garden weeding and watering.

Mr. HB and I sourced out and purchased new deck furniture...
teak table, chairs, bench and an umbrella...
 arriving next weekend.



Mr. HB and I have been cleaning the boat getting ready for the cruising season.
I am grateful for the boathouse as it helps keep the boat protected and surprisingly clean inside.


It's considered very bad form to have a dirty boat!
Here I am aft, taking a photo of our long time cruising buddies and lo and behold they are snapping one of us!


We sometimes need to get very fussy about the attention to details....


especially when we are on show!


The first harvesting of rhubarb


Simply wash and chop...


measure


follow directions...bake in oven.


Put the kettle on and brew a pot...
sit for a bit and travel to the Countryside
via Country Living UK....
I don't regret this armchair vacation!

Rachel Ashwell Shabby Chic is in this issue!!!


Sunday, May 23, 2010

My new favorite salsa...courtesy of Whitewater Cooks.

My newest cookbook is chockfull of healthy and tasty recipes.
I am experimenting with more vegetarian dishes as I will be making some meals for my son and his wife when she has the baby in a few weeks.


I made this salsa and I believe it is the best salsa I have ever made!
It is a recipe that takes some time but it does make 4 cups,
 so I was not daunted by the task.


The ingredients are not exotic or hard to find.
They are full of wonderful colour.


Cilantro and red onion chopped.


Frozen niblet corn 2 cups
 with a large seeded red pepper, 
a wee bit of olive oil and brown sugar 
stir to coat
roast 20 minutes at 350 degrees in a roasting pan.

Dice the red pepper = 1 cup.


Zest and juice from 2 limes
a teaspoon of cumin and a teaspoon of chili powder and mix.


Homemade Bungalow salsa meet the Whitewater Cooks Salsa!
Shall we dance?