random

So.
I'm busy uploading photos and what do I see?



My photos -
everyone else's photos...
my photos? wine.
everyone else's - things other than wine...things that suggest that other people have lives.


Whatever.
I know that a bunch of you are really into my wine review posts. And, anyway, we have another case and a half to drink.

We watched The Scarlet Pimpernel the other night.
From 1934.
Have you seen it?



It starts off a bit gruesome what with the beheadings and all, but it pulls together quite nicely and finishes with a rather abrupt ending - as though it WAS 1934 and this was just one of four movies you might see one day.
Here are some notable phrases which I, um, noted:

Ten thousand hells!

It was the busiest time of my day - I was tying my cravat.

The man who puts starch in my jabot is equally as capable of putting poison in my coffee.

Sink me.

I was stripped naked by the soldiers and then searched to see if I was a man.


Yes, the Scarlett Pimpernel said 'SINK ME' pretty frequently and I mean to work it into our everyday language.

I learned a lot about Merle Oberon on the IMDB listing for this movie. For example, did you know -
Because of facial scars the actress sustained in a London car crash in 1937, her future husband, cinematographer Lucien Ballard, designed a compact spotlight that he coined the "Obie" (Oberon's nickname). Mounted on the side of the camera, the device lights the subject head on, thus reducing the incidence of unflattering facial lines and shadows.

K said that he knew about Obie lights but had no idea of the back story.


On to the next!
Free People has written to me - they want me to buy their clothes.
(out of context I imagine this sentence has an entirely different life)
And, while I am intrigued by some of the items, I must admit that these -



are just plain FREAKISH.
And yet, I find myself desiring them.
But at $78, I look forward to the sale email.

I believe that there is a Dr. Seuss character with this finger composition.

Seventy eight dollars.



Don't you wonder if the Free People people might have been in a meeting and someone presented these three fingered mitts and said they'd have to be priced at $78 and someone else just stood up and said :
WHAT THE FUCK.
LET'S SEE IF WE CAN SELL A PILE OF THEM.

Because I am the kind of woman who has that kind of notion rattling around in her head.
Regarding these thalidomide mittens.

They thought I might be interested in half a sweater too -



but with my rack (aren't I acerbic today?) I think I'd better stay away.
This looks fraught with danger.
Bring on my pantaloons, though,



cause they are also recommending that I 'layer to my hearts content.'
Do you wear panties under pantaloons?
I have no idea.



So.
What's it gonna be?
The cold weather is almost upon us here in Tuvalu -
and it's not so much the cold as it is the wet.
The wet and the cold.
And now that I am armed with my R1 (armed, heh heh)
my thoughts turn to my feet.
Sure, I have 20 pound Sorels,
and I have 10 year old Solomon Snow Clogs which never fit me properly -
so I am wondering...



Timberlands?

Or Blundstones?



I'm leaning towards the Blunnies...
they just slip on, ya know.
Very appealing.



All this

and

more.


I'm done.