Bertie was a seamstress and milliner, and had very little money, so I'm guessing she made this outfit herself.
Bertie was obsessed with cleaning. She walked my mother to school and polished mom's shoes in the hallway before mom could enter a classroom. Her grandchildren were forbidden to walk in the center of the living room carpet ("you'll wear it out"). She had mothballs in every drawer and closet in the house, even inside our toy chest. And when her husband placed his wooden leg at his bedside every night, Bertie waited until he fell asleep so she could put it away in the closet where it belongs (god forbid he had to get up in the middle of the night to pee).
My mother's last memory of Grandpa Eddie was him sitting on a metal chair placed on cardboard in the middle of his living room. The cardboard protected the carpet... and Grandpa wasn't allowed to sit on the upholstered couch ("you'll get it dirty").
#throwbackthursday Heres Junior five years ago at his first vet visit! We named him Junior because he showed up as a stray kitten in June and looked like one of our other cats Varmint. #catsofmastodon#fedicats#cat#cats Kitty #love 😻❤️😻
I was cuddling with my cat Tennessee, giving him tummy rubs, and found myself singing to him “Yummy yummy yummy I’ve got love in my tummy, and I feel like loving you.”
Where did that memory come from? (And can it please disappear?) Does this qualify as a #ThrowbackThursday post?
I found this track among dozens of tracks I made from the early 90s. It doesn't have a name so I can't find the DAW work file easily. This was digitized off a four-track. I used hardware synths but I don't recall which ones. (Is there a way to find out the synth model from sysex dump?)
The question is should I try to recover these lost tracks I made and clean up and record them digitally and release them?
For #ThrowbackThursday, on this day in 2019 I was at The Bourse, which was a bustling "food hall," with multiple vendors I loved. There was a bar that served excellent non-alcoholic shrubs, and a great fresh pasta stall. Has it recovered at all yet? Last time I stopped by it was dead and the stalls were empty.
COVID-19 hadn't happened yet, and normal people didn't know it was going to happen (despite Cassandras who knew we were not prepared for the next pandemic).