Aug 18th, 2014
Aug 18th, 2014
Jan 15th, 2014
This has to happen. This needs to happen.
I was making potato pierogi, and idly thinking about things I’d seen on Facebook today, as one does. This Bruce Springsteen/Jimmy Fallon piece ripping Gov. Christie is brilliant.
I was thinking that Bruce was right in saying that Fallon does a better Bruce than Bruce, when the penny dropped: there was comedy gold to be mined today. Remember Dueling Brandos? I see Dueling Bosses, in a three way with Fallon, Adam Sandler and Bruce his ownself. Someone needs to get on that, stat. People need to call people.
Oct 19th, 2013
Well, it is way too late in the season to begin recapping Sons of Anarchy, but Miz Shoes has to say this about the last episode: Adam Arkin.
Halfway through the opening sequence, I turned to the RLA and said, who is directing this espisode? This is beautiful. At the end of scene, I stood up and applauded. The writing was beautiful, but of course, but the acting and the directing in this espisode were stellar. Again, bravo and golf claps and some serious respect to the director. I have always loved watching any of the Arkin clan at work in front of the camera, but this just blew me off the sofa.
In other news, today is the RLA’s birthday, and I am baking him a red velvet cake and making a promise to him: I will try to stop playing with wool in the house. Until I move into the free-standing studio, I will content myself with non-alergen-filled projects like beading and hand sewing. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Do or do not, there is no try.
Apr 30th, 2013
Miz Shoes has a confession: she has, in less than two hours, become a devotee of DaVinci. Oh, not the maestro I studied in art school, nor the magician in the titular fictions of Dan Brown, but the anachronistic, badly written, desperately acted, beautifully filmed and costumed DaVinci’s Demons on a cable network the name of which escapes me, because I am watching it on the RLA’s iphone routed through the giant monitor that functions as a television.
The writing is execrable. No, calling it execrable is an insult to hacks and shitty writing everywhere. It is anachronistic to a degree that would embarrass a freshman writer in film school—a bad film school. Not only is it bad, it assumes that the audience has the art history knowledge and attention span of a gnat, and utterly incapable of following a plot or remembering relationships. The actors, bless their hearts, each and every one, struggle mightily with dialog that makes George Lucas look like, to be appropriately historic in reference, Shakespeare. While beautiful, the title animation is reminiscent of the title animation in Pillars of Earth. The slow-mo is part kung-fu movie, part Matrix. And yet…
And yet Miz Shoes is compelled by this. During her school years, Miz Shoes spent many an hour in rapt attention to the lectures of William Betch, the best damned art history professor the University of Miami was ever blessed to have on faculty. To see those sketches, as well known and dear to me as family photos, to see them come alive, no matter how thick the cheese crust, is bliss. To see the scale models of his wings, to see, however fanciful and improbable, the test flight… well, Miz Shoes swoons. It doesn’t matter that the character is written to be half Benedict Cumberbatch’s Sherlock and half Peck’s Bad Boy. It doesn’t matter that the Pope’s Nephew and Assassin has done graduate-level work at the School of Bad Robert Downey, Jr. Impressions and Teeth Gnashing. It doesn’t matter that the writing is, well, has Miz Shoes mentioned that the writing is bad? She has? She hasn’t mentioned it enough. But it just doesn’t matter.
When’s the next episode?
Jul 4th, 2011
This summer is speeding by in a haze of good times had with good friends: all back-lit and golden and soft-focus, like a cheesy beer ad aimed at the demographic of late-season baby boomers, or you know, me and my peers. In any event, we have been having a blast, fueling it with a soundtrack of girl groups, rockabilly, bar bands and tiki/exotica. We started with the Hukilau, and Miz Shoes is here to testify that she is now deeply, truly in love with Grinder Nova. UNO MAS TEQUILLA! We were joined by the Fabulous Flamingos, and in the event, the Hukilau proved to be more fun than any of us had imagined, and we all have great imaginations. One of the highlights of the weekend was meeting MeduSirena, who has reawakened my
childhood obsession with
dream of becoming a mermaid. There is going to be a lot more sequined tail in Miz Shoes future.
The following weekend, we left for the annual left coast week. This is a ritual gathering of our pod (to steal MeduSirena’s term). Most of us are women of a certain age who have been friends for either half or all of our lives, depending. We gather on the beach to soak up the sun, reconnecting with our selves and each other, and admitting to our group our alpha male, the Renowned Local Artist. He demures, but he is.
This year found us gathered for the Summer Solstice, and we were crones, practicing great healing magic on the one who needed it most. We swam in the Gulf; we were mermaids and we sang our siren song to the RLA. We ate communal meals and rendezvoused with friends, Total Wine and the world’s best GoodWill store.
And now it’s time to pile up the towels and blast the sound track: it’s time for the annual tank wars and bbq/pool party.
Dec 16th, 2010
I’m blowing out of here for a week. The Girl Cousin and I are going on vacation together. (With our husbands, it isn’t girls on the town… at least, we aren’t planning on that.) In talking over our trip, we realized that we have somehow managed, despite our years, to have never gone on vacation together before.
Believe it or not, this came as a surprise to us. We always spent our summers with our mutual grandparents in Newport, RI. We have shared memories of Grandpa’s vegetable garden, of Grandma’s raspberry bushes, of the Big Rock, of the corner candy store, of our cousins across the street, of our Aunt Annie’s terrible, horrible cooking. Except, we went in alternate months, because our parents couldn’t leave the store at the same time. Shared memories, yes, but not shared vacations.
So here we are, about to embark on a trip to, of all places, Disney World, and for Christmas week, of all times. Christmas IS a shared memory for us. Having sore feet and legs on Christmas Eve is something we know well, and so do not fear the Disney lines. We used to work the wrapping table at the store during the holidays. Between us, I think we got it down to less than thirty seconds a box and no more than three pieces of tape. EVER. More than three, and you faced the wrath of Max.
For the past month, I have been torturing her with pleas that we need to buy, and wear, matching Minnie Mouse Princess ears. Neither one of us is exactly sure how serious I am.
You’ve been warned. We’re off to see the Mouse. There may be ears involved. Pictures to follow.
Nov 17th, 2009
RJ hit me up with a meme. I am not totally averse to memes, and since she singled me out not once, but twice on this, I’m going to play. The instructions say to use one word answers and to tag another 6 bloggers. I won’t tag, but feel free to play, leaving a comment with a link to your answers.
1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your hair? shagged
3. Your mother? zombie
4. Your father? dead
5. Your favorite food? Indian
6. Your dream last night? boring
7. Your favorite drink? martini
8. Your dream/goal? creating
9. What room are you in? studio
10. Your hobby? fiber
11. Your fear? powerlessness
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? here
13. Where were you last night? here
14. Something you aren’t? unmemorable
15. Muffins? no
16. Wish list item? Paris
17. Where did you grow up? Stuart
18. Last thing you did? drink
19. What are you wearing? dress
20. Your TV? off
21. Your pets? varied
22. Friends? special
23. Your life? feh
24. Your mood? feh
25. Missing someone? Jayne
26. Vehicle? Smart
27. Something you’re not wearing? shoes
28. Your favorite store? Picasso’sMoon (I had to cheat, it has two names)
29.Your favorite color? purple
30. When was the last time you laughed? today
31. Last time you cried? yesterday
32. Your best friend? Renee
33. One place you go to over and over again? Sarasota
34. One person who e-mails you regularly? Bobby
35. Favorite place to eat? Gil’s
Oct 31st, 2009
This is the big day, and I have spent the morning culling photos and scanning. I bring you a Shoes Family Halloweens Through the Years. First up is Grandma Shoes On My Mother’s Side. Here we see her modeling a grass skirt, circa WWII, some sailor brought them home for my mom and her mom. Under the coconut trees on Grandma’s front yard (the side facing the river). Check out the coy little ankle.
And then Mummy, probably the same year she dressed me in the gypsy costume. Taken at Seymour’s Inn Halloween Dance, Jensen Beach in the early 1950s. She was something fierce, my mummy.
The fun couple that was my Mummy and Daddy: all taken at Seymour’s. I wish we had a Seymour’s today. A classic road house: a bar and very casual family dining at the foot of a popular fishing bridge, across the river from a popular public beach.
Artist and Majorette
Peter (of Peter and the Wolf, with his popgun) and Mary Mary Quite Contrary.
Little Lord Fauntleroy and Little Bo-Peep
Miz Shoes in Peacock Drag (it was the night that the RLA first told me he loved me)
And Miz Shoes as a wood nymph, loosely interpreted.
Oct 29th, 2009
Entry two for the Great Halloween Tweet
My parents loved Halloween, too. I remember them dressing up and going to some dinner dance every year, and working on their costumes. My father dressed as Little Lord Fauntleroy and my mother as Little Bo-Peep one year and I still have parts of Mummy’s costume. This picture is from long before I was born, and it hung over my father’s desk in the back room of the store. It’s still one of my favorites. That’s Daddy in drag, and my Uncle Irving in the zoot suit.
Oct 26th, 2009
Here is your humble narrator, age 2. She is dressed (by her mother) for Halloween. Note the skirt. My mother was very fond, in later years, of showing it to anyone who would hold still long enough. It was all of 12 inches long, and my mother never ceased to marvel at how it came to my ankles. I was such a tiny, tiny child.
Anyway, except for the scuffed mary janes, my wardrobe is today, some 50 (very) odd years later, almost identical. I still wear too much jewelry, hangy-downy earrings and maxi skirts. Also, not so much with the do-rags. But basically, this is still me.
Oct 26th, 2009
Did you guys miss me? I missed you. All of you. Both of you. Terribly. I had no idea how much I am tied to the world by my laptop, my blog, my twitter feed, until my laptop died. Right after I posted my Project Runway recap two weeks ago, the hard drive in this machine went belly up.
I had to buy a new hard drive and bribe a Mac Genius with home made pie, but we were able to recover all my data and so here I am, and with SO MUCH to say.
First up, though, I must get the code set for RJ’s Great Halloween Tweet. I have a little something for you.
Jul 1st, 2009
How have I missed the Hitler meme on You Tube? The one where he finds out the subtitle guy has been having fun is a classic. But nothing can compare to Hitler’s first Springsteen show.
Jun 4th, 2009
No. Just fucking no. David Carradine, dead. Time to break out the Kung Fu collection.
I’m saddened by this.
Mar 22nd, 2009
I need to issue a disclaimer. I LOATHE that song. I LOATHE Genesis. But YOU try to find rock lyrics about sheep.
Anyway, I present you with extreme sheep herding: