Summer freedom

There's something so freeing about summer. Fashion takes a more fun approach, allowing women especially to let down their hair and let their inner child out to play.

The rules of fashion don't apply in these easy-breezy times. Wear colors that don't go together in nature and see what happens. Wear as much color as you can stand and it's OK.

I began to feel this fashion freedom last year when I splurged and bought pairs of shoes that were mint green and dusty rose with blue trim. Short of some old sandals I may have worn as a child, that's the first time I have worn colors on my feet that weren't fashioned in classic (blah) colors -- black, brown, navy etc.

Then, I really went wild, and bought some white sandals to wear to a summer event. I can't remember the last time I owned white shoes. It might have been for First Communion.

August is here now and for the first time in years I am not anxious to see summer go and make way for my favorite season -- fall. That's only because I want to be able to wear my groovy footwear longer. I even want to be able to break the No-White-Shoes-After-Labor-Day rule and wear my new sandals on a trip to Nevada early in the fall. It's got to be summer in Nevada all year, right? That's what I think too.

Blogging, blogging everywhere

Just did a quick search to see if my blog came up on Google when looking for "baby boomer blogs". It didn't. What I did notice was how many blogs there are with a slant towards Baby Boomers. Way too many to count.

Hello? Is anyone reading all of these blogs and if so, why? I am just curious as to what people are interested in and what they will spend their precious time reading.

It would be good info for a blogger such as myself to know!

Yen or Yarn? Does Computer Know Best?

Like you, I type emails quickly, and send them off with only a cursory look to make sure they actually make sense.

Lately my new computer program has been guessing at the words I have misspelled in the text and chooses what it thinks I mean. It hasn't worked out so well.

For instance, this week, I wrote an email about a project I am working on and said something about getting the "yen" for it. It could be that my machine thinks I am Japanese, but the correct word, ladies and gentlemen, was yarn.

Right after that, I wrote an email about basking in the "job" of a young, happy, pregnant woman. What I meant, of course, was her "joy," but maybe the compuer has been around new moms and is just commenting on how much work little babies can be? Hard to say.

Guess I will have to be more careful and slow it down some. Or did I mean dim sum?

Days of pink guitars

Hard to believe but I used to play guitar. It was a long time ago, when I was still in grade school. Did I say it was a LONG time ago?

My guitar was bright pink, designed for the "feminine guitarist" which I guess was me. I loved my pink guitar with Princess emblazoned on the front, but sad to say, I wasn't a very good feminine guitarist. I took some lessons and played in school shows, but really only limped along. I much preferred listening to the Beatles in those days than practicing or listening to my own excruciatingly slow version of "El Paso."

The guitar moved around with me over the years and today we unearthed it from the attic. It was a little worse for wear, but otherwise in pretty good condition. I had already gotten rid of the amplifier a while back because it didn't work so I can't really try out any chords. Which, at least for the people I live with, is a good thing.

I plan to hang the Princess guitar on the wall in my newly painted office (just like I saw in one of those home and garden shows. What an accent piece!). There's something comforting about having old things around us to jog some old memories.

I still would rather listen to the Beatles than play myself, but I am a much more easy-going ritic of my talents than I used to be back in the day.

Testing mobile posting to blog

Just trying to see if I can successfully post a blog when I am out and about. Here goes!

You just never know where I will turn up.

Happy Fourth of July from Boom This!

Have a wonderful, safe holiday. Enjoy your friends and family and all the great food.

Best, always!

Baby Boomers Love Change (not!)

We are in the midst of updating our boys' bedrooms. It is long overdue, no doubt, but still hard to do.

Gone are the primary-colored checks, stripes, stars, jets and soccer players. In their places will be a mint green (grown up!)bedroom and a new craft room for me, which isn't all bad. I know that.

But I will miss walking into their rooms and seeing the old paper which always generated a slew of good memories of when they were little guys.

They haven't been little guys for a long time, and I came to grips with that, of course, since I am not a total loon (at least not most of the time). But jogging some of those memories was often a nice thing.