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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Buttons and lids

I came across this article today and thought it was really on point and interesting. The author laments the impossible button placement on vintage clothing- clothing constructed at a time when it was expected that a woman would have someone to help her dress- her mother, husband, room mate. Women didn't live alone so there would always be someone to button that damned button right in the middle of their backs. 

I so loved living alone in my beautiful studio when I first moved to Portland. I was canned-green-beans-for-dinner poor but I was by myself and it was pretty great. Until I couldn't open a jar of pickles. That jar of pickles nearly gave me a nervous breakdown. I was single and my friends lived alone in their own tiny apartments and there was nobody to help me. It seems ridiculous but I was in tears over it. (Probably because I hadn't had anything but canned green beans for 3 days.)

I don't really have a point here besides saying that the author has a point. Now I have Pat to help me open pickle jars and button my buttons but the article struck a chord with me and I thought I'd share. 

Friday, May 9, 2014

The Notebook as told by Pat

Today Pat and I somehow got onto the subject of The Notebook. Probably because there's this funny little thingy floating around the internet. It's the clip where Noah is yelling at Allie next to her car "What do you WANT?" and it says something like "me every time my girlfriend tries to decide where to eat." Or something. ANYWAY.
He's only seen the movie once, half asleep. Apparently he thought it was boring and based on a couple things he said I got the impression he might have missed some key plot points. So I asked him to tell me what happens in the movie:
"Ryan Gosling is the right guy, but she picks the wrong guy. I don't know his name. Then they get old and somehow end up running into each other or something. And she picked the wrong guy so she gets all confused and upset."
This is as good a reason as any to re-watch The Notebook in the very near future.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Bathroom musings

My office is inside the main lodge of The Oregon Garden Resort and I use the same rest room as our restaurant and hotel guests. We also have lots of groups come through for conferences, etc. Basically, I hear lots of different women having conversations that should probably be private. They figure because they are in a hotel where nobody knows them it's fine. And they're right. I don't care about their husbands, their diets, or really gross surgeries.
Usually the most interesting/weird things are things they say to themselves. They think they are alone or they don't care that they aren't. I'm not sure. A couple recent favorites:
A very elderly lady walked into our bathroom and said out loud "MY, this is basic." This is such a bizarre thing to say about a bathroom. Of course it's basic, it's a bathroom. We don't have chaise lounges but we have toilets, stalls, sinks, and sometimes flowers on the counter. I'm not really sure what she expected. Bathroom attendant? Rose petal showers upon entry? We are in Silverton. Also, who was she telling? Me? While I peed?
In the same day, a woman came into the bathroom, entered the stall, grunted and whispered "supper time." It was terrifying. There's just nothing else to say about that.