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Ode to my (p)leather jacket

Look closely at the shoulders...

Look closely at the shoulders…

Five years ago I bought a super cool motorcycle style jacket. It was beautifully broken in with a patina that mimicked years of wear and I found that it went with everything from jeans and boots to velvet and heels. It was probably the best article of clothing I ever bought at Marshall’s and it only set me back about $40.

I originally bought it to complete an outfit for a fall wedding. As sometimes happens, my ensemble for that occasion began from the bottom up with a pair of open toe booties with which I had been obsessed. I think I ultimately wore them a half dozen times before consigning them, they weren’t really for me. But that jacket? I wore it all the time. It went to at least 5 different countries in Europe as well as NOLA, NYC and Boston. That jacket got around.

It looks better on than it does on a hanger.

It looks better on than it does on a hanger.

A couple of weeks ago, as the weather started to cool, I reached for my trusty moto jacket and was dismayed to see that the (p)leather had started to peel. I put it on anyway. Knowing that my jacket was living on borrowed time, I started looking for a replacement. The days of my actually visiting Marshall’s and elbowing my way through the racks are on a hiatus with my current schedule, so I was limited to online shopping and, while I’m sure I could have found another quality (p)leather jacket, I decided to step up my game and open my wallet for a genuine leather coat.

I really love my new coat, but the only way I’ll ever love it more than I loved that Marshall’s moto jacket is if it lasts 6 times longer.  Seems only reasonable since it cost 6 times more, right? Do you have a favorite bargain item of clothing?

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Finally – James Bond gets a woman!

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Saturday afternoon, much to their father’s chagrin,* the boys and I attended a matinée showing of the newest James Bond movie, Spectre. We’re big Bond fans in my family, owning the entire collection of films and always willing to debate the merits of the various actors who have taken a turn in the starring role. Roger Moore, the Bond of my childhood memories, is the actor I most associate with the role, but I can appreciate how Sean Connery defined 007 during his tenure in earlier years.

My two favorite Bonds of recent years have been Pierce Brosnan and the current star, Daniel Craig. Brosnan is very much my “type,” blue-eyed and Irish, but it took me a little time to warm up to Daniel Craig. I remember thinking, prior to the release of Casino Royale, that he was too short and too blonde to be James Bond. But that was before I saw the scene of him emerging from the ocean in that blue bathing suit. Somehow that warmed me up, so to speak, to Craig.

Does it sound like I’m objectifying him? Well, that wouldn’t be unreasonable, would it? I mean, it’s only fair for a woman to appreciate the physical attributes of a character renowned for his own appreciation of the physical assets of…

Girls, specifically Bond girls.

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Over the years there have been countless Bond girls and, while many of them have demonstrated an intelligence even more impressive than the skin they displayed, they were on average 14 years younger than 007.  Spectre, though,  gives us a Bond female, Monica Bellucci, who not only is older than James, but one who is smoking hot. As a woman of almost the same age as Bellucci, I was thrilled to see a “middle-aged” female actress who had lines on her face, yet was ripe with sexuality. Finally.

As far as the film’s plot went, there were exciting scenes filled with car chases, impossible helicopter rides and explosions leveling buildings on three different continents.  I’d give you even more details but I got a little distracted by the way Daniel Craig filled out his polo shirt and khakis.

*He usually gets dibs on new movies, especially action ones.

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I didn’t know

IMG_4854 The first time I remember wanting to be a runner I was about 12 or 13. It seemed like such a cool thing to do – put your sneakers on and a pair of nylon, fluorescent colored shorts (it was the 80s) and just GO. I was infatuated with the idea, but, as I’ve come to learn about romantic infatuations, the reality didn’t measure up to the fantasy.

It was early fall and dark in the morning when I left my house to run down the dirt road we lived on. The air was fresh, but my gasping made my lungs feel tight not wonderfully expanded as I had imagined. The distance I attempted, perhaps a third of a mile, felt endless and I found myself walking, not running. I gave up. Obviously, running was not going to be my sport.

35 years later, I’m registered to run a trail half marathon this weekend. How did that happen?

  • I learned that sometimes small steps, be it at a walking stride or a running pace, are the way to make progress.
  • I realized that running is a challenge that I find satisfying. It feels good to push myself.
  • I’ve accepted that there are some runs that turn into walks and that that’s ok. Life isn’t a race and I am committed to enjoying the journey.
  • I have a posse of running friends who inspire and encourage me.
  • I now know that for every step which feels difficult, there are 10 steps that feel amazing. I’m no mathematical genius, but that adds up for me in a positive way.
  • Most importantly, while I didn’t initially know how hard running was going to be, I also had no idea how incredibly happy a good run would make me feel.
  • I know now. I’m a runner.

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Mother Mary comes to me

imageStress is a weird thing, don’t you think? I mean the way it presents itself can be so insidious.  During my waking hours, I think I deal with it pretty well – the meltdown the other evening after arriving home after an hour in the dentist’s chair only to find the trash cans still at the curb, the dishwasher filled with the clean dishes and the sink filled with dirty ones, aside.  But, the nights are a different story.  As a matter of fact, the nights are what landed me in the dentist’s chair to begin with.

I’ve been grinding my teeth – intensely enough for me to find myself waking up with headaches. The waking up can be painful, particularly when it occurs at 4:00 a.m. I’ve been doing a number on my teeth and was at the dentist to have a small old filling replaced as well as getting fit for a nighttime mouth guard.  That’s hot, huh?

When I find myself in times of trouble, I do my best to get as much time outdoors as possible.  Fresh air really helps, whether I’m running or walking or even just sitting still. Maybe you do the same?

The other thing I find myself doing is reaching into my jewelry box for a medallion I received many years ago from one of my aunts, Sister Maria Pia.  She’s my mother’s youngest sister and, along with two of my Opa’s now deceased sisters, she is a Roman Catholic nun.  The medallion I wear is of the Virgin Mary and was purchased in Lourdes, France.  While I don’t consider myself to be incredibly religious, there’s something about Mary that I find comforting and inspiring. When she’s around my neck, I somehow feel safer.

Do you have a talisman?

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A few random questions for your consideration

  • imageWhat do you think is more likely to change – a person or a situation?
  • Do people get run over every day on Troy’s Hoosick Street? Why aren’t there more pedestrian crosswalks? Why don’t people use the ones which are there?
  • Is it uncommon to alternate between feeling feel ultra calm and on the verge of hyperventilating?
  • Are you registered to vote? Have you seen the Republican candidates? Don’t they make you want to vote?
  • How fun does this look?  Who else is in?
  • Is it easier for you to remember or to forget?
  • Any advice on how to score tickets for a soccer match in Barcelona? Lisbon?
  • Did you make any resolutions for 2015? How’s that going?
  • Do you agree that most people would be more pleasant if we had a 3-day weekend every week?
  • If you could only have one flavor of ice cream for the rest of your life, what would it be?
  • What scares you more – things never changing or the fact that they might not stay the same?


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Lucky! In the right place at the right time walking on broken glass.

A couple of months ago when I was in NYC with the girls, I received a text message with a photo attached. While it was hot and humid in the city, Albany was getting pummeled by a storm complete with wind and intense rain. The picture perfectly captured the severity of the storm including the tree in my neighbor’s yard which, I’m convinced, will one day fall on my house.

My immediate response was panic – Oh, no! What can I do?! I quickly concluded: nothing. My next thought was “at least there isn’t anyone at home to get hurt and stuff is just stuff.” With that realization, I picked up my glass of rose and carried on with living.

This morning Jeter become possessed by a squirrel he spotted on the front porch. He ran from window to door to window before finally jumping up to slam himself against the door window, shattering it, of course, into a million pieces. Miraculously, unlike when I put my hand through a door’s glass window, Jeter came through completely unscathed.

I shooed him out and got to work cleaning up the larger shanks shards of glass by hand before busting out the vacuum to get the finer pieces. It took some time. During the day I got an estimate for the repair. I considered calling for help with the removal of the door (by the hinges) and lugging it down the steps to load into my car to bring to the glass shop. I didn’t. I figured out how to take the hinge pins out myself and carefully somehow got the door off and into my car.

Reflecting on the morning, I was appreciative that I had been home when Jeter finally went through the window. It was only a matter of time before it happened and it would have been awful if I hadn’t been there to clean up the glass.  He could have gotten hurt.  It could have been so much worse.

So many potential perils – wind and rain and broken glass and all I have is a splinter or two in my hands.  Lucky.

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Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow

imageI’ve been going through a Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac phase. It was prompted by the book I’m currently reading, a Stevie Nicks biography. The book is no where near the quality of the music I’ve been listening to on my Fleetwood Mac Pandora station, but I have learned a few new things about one of my teenaged music heroines.

My fondness for Stevie and “The Mac’, as the author insists upon calling them, isn’t a recent thing. Rumours was my very first favorite album and I recall both Bella Donna and Wild Heart getting a lot of play on my Walkman. It was definitely about the music initially but over the years, the lyrics have made an equally strong impression upon me.

Running today, the songs went directly to a place deep inside me. I thought about what’s going on in my life and how sometimes we need to hear that it’s ok to go your own way. Time keeps moving and sometimes we need to change directions.  Love is only one fine star away.

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