Entering into the world of blogging, I feel like it is my first day at school, and I am the new kid. I am hoping that the blogging world is kind to me as I really don't have an idea what I am doing except learning a new way to express myself and hopefully communicate with other people that have the same interests, experiences, frustrations, etc. I am constantly fascinated with reading blogs. Bloggers that I read are passionate about their stories as I feel one should be. I believe everyone has a story to tell and Lord knows that I can talk the horns off a billy goat but can I write with the same enthusiasm. I am sure sometime or another someone out there will let me know.
My obsession with Emilio Pucci has been ongoing for years. I firmly believe that I was born obsessed. Since the advent of Ebay I have been able to get some really cool vintage pieces. The competition is fierce as most vintage pieces are TINY and the few pieces that I can wear are few and far between. No wonder Nicole Ritchie has a collection of Pucci vintage dresses. (Not that I want to emulate her in any way) I have two sources for new Pucci items, Adrianna at the Pucci store and Tracey at Tootsie's. They are wonderful, awesome people and I love it when they send me cool things in Swampville . My blogging aspirations writing about a place to share my clothing dramas and passions. I am really not a pampered princess but I would like to think that I am. I am currently working on upgrading my status.
My real life is the challenges of living with your elderly parents. Like today as I struggled to set this page up, my 80 year father announces that he has run about of gas in the driveway. Incredible. This means a trip to Ratville, ie the garage, to rummage around for a gas can and funnel. Luckily since I work for myself I rarely have anything other that sweats on so it is no big deal. I ask my father while searching Do you have a gas can? Does gas go bad? What is in this can? I sniff at what I think is gas but who knows. At 80 my dad doesn't move that swiftly so I take the can and attempt to funnel whatever is in there into his car hoping that nothing will explode. Success! except I stink like gasoline and yell, " just don't crank the engine till I have moved a considerable distance from the car." He turns the key, almost getting it cranked and I just keep moving away until the car backfires and starts. I follow him to the gas station just in case he runs out of whatever I just poured in to his tank. He can't hear the warning beep to let him know that his gas tank is low so he just keeps on going till he runs out. This is definitely not princess territory.
His other daily task is getting new telephones which I refuse to partake in this quest. My parents have not had working telephones in their house since January. When the phone rings about six different phones start to ring with two different answering machines competing to take your message. Thus no caller knows how to leave a message; well you get the picture. This is because my dad bought a telephone system that no one knows how to use. I have learned to stay away from these types of decisions. I am still recovering from upgrading to HDTV last year. The lesson learned, if you live with your elderly parents don't make any changes in the electronic world unless you are willing to patiently explain over and over again how to use the device. A new remote came with HDTV and I am still trying to explain how it works.
Enough already!
Pictured in this post is an Emilio Pucci cotton smocked shirt in the Cactus print updated by Christian Lacroix. I love this shirt even thought is has to be ironed. I purchased this several years ago on Ebay. Cactus seems to be a fairly popular Pucci print in these colors which are bright pink, yellow, orange and chartruse. I have a matching hat which is a real attention getter. It makes my head spin.
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