International Lessons

Things I learned in route through Florence/London/Madrid/Rome - Europeans have better restroom signs.

See above: A man changing the diaper in a family restroom. A woman with fancy hair and an evening gown. A man with a hat and pipe. A woman in a princess-poof cocktail dress.

I could not have been more excited to use these public toilets.

to-be-mentioned butt-wipe pictured above

Second thing I learned: when you have the whole three seat row to yourself on an international flight, move to the middle as to claim it. This butt-wipe who stayed in sunglasses the whole 12 hour flight, swooped in and ruined my airplane-bed right before take off. Not his seat. Not mine either I guess... but I had plans for that row.

I death-glared his stupid indoor-sunglasses and his dumb poofy  hair the whole trip. I think he could feel the hole I was boring into his skull with my lazer vision.

Oh well, lessons learned. More about the trip with fun photos to boot later this week!

Florence?

Remember that time that I found out I'm going to Florence - TOMORROW - for work?

Fantastic.

I love my job.

See y'all when I get back!

Mixed Media Beaches

Artist Danny Phillips makes me miss the beaches in Michigan. But his art also brings me a sort of brightness and joy. Enjoy him this fine Friday.

Body Busted

I love this print from PaperBirdArtwork. It illustrates the recharge I was forced to sit through this week.

Apparently, I pushed my body's abilities a little too far between running in terrible shoes that my 10K Mentor tried to tell me not to run in and then helping dear friends move to Dallas.

I tend to insist on carrying the boxes the guys say "they'll get because they're heavy".

Screw you guys. I'm tough.

Yup - super tough - until I'm laid up, home from work Tuesday and Wednesday groggy from muscle relaxers that the doc prescribed.

Lesson learned. But happy to be back in action today. Though touching my toes is still a no-go.

Moonrise Kingdom

I just saw the trailer for this... and I would say it looks like a must-see. Have a lovely long weekend.

The good ol' days. Kind of...

A coworker, who grew up in the 40s and 50s, sent these my way yesterday. Can you imagine being a woman at this time? The genesis of advertising fascinates me.

Take a look. The first one is actually pretty clever, though demeaning. 

Anybody got a toothache?

Faux-retail therapy

Sometimes I just want to buy old stuff. Etsy helps with that. I can put it all in my shopping cart and forget about it. The wallet never actually gets involved. This is one of my favorite oldie shops. 

(When shipping is just as much as the item, it is no longer in my shopping cart.)