Hello Blogland! I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend.
This will probably be a kind of , oh I don’t know, melancholy post today. But if anything I want to be real and I’m not Susy smiley Face everyday.
This is my first Father’s Day without my dad. He passed away October 4, 2011 just past his 76th birthday after a long illness. In fact, he had been ill since the mid 70’s (Crohn’s disease, Throat Cancer, Heart Bypass, Kidney failure, etc. etc. etc.) We used to call him the Bionic Man because he just kept defying the odds and kept on going. He never complained about his illnesses.
I went out in my garden for a bit this afternoon and shed a few tears. I got my love of gardening from him. His vegetable garden was a precise thing of beauty. Every plant neatly in a row evenly spaced. Not a weed in sight. His whole yard was like something out of a magazine.
He loved to read and turned me on to James Michner’s work (Centennial, Tales of the South Pacific) His favorite, being a native Marylander, was Chesapeake. I re-read it after he passed to remember him.
He donated his body to science (Johns Hopkins) and the State of Maryland to use in forensic science demonstrations and research. They have completed what they will be doing . Tomorrow there will be a ceremony to honor those who do this and we will be laying his remains (he was cremated) to rest in the State cemetery. Somewhat ironic for the day after Father’s Day.
Anyhow-on to the fashion. I was asked how many purses I have–last count 11-all thrifted. I’ve been looking for a dark pink and an olive/lime green one. Love me some purses!!
I think this would look better with a silver belt so I’ll have to keep my eye out for one. Or get ambitious and make one.