consumerism and inane details

Geekiest Celebrity turf war. This makes any West coast/East coast rap battle seem like amateur hour.

I am making the usual grocery list and I am attempting to plan dinners for the next week or so. Sometimes it involves pulling out many cook books and cooking magazines I keep on hand and I will place slips of paper in certain pages and keep them in mind and then when I assemble ideas of what to make I will go through and see what is doable that week. Some of it is partly based on what the weather is forecast to be in the following week. It would be foolish to plan a week of roasts and risotto if it is going to be hot as a crotch -as we like to say at Chez Anglo-America. There is nothing more unpleasant sometimes than standing over a pot stirring risotto for a long time when it is 90 degrees out. And of course there are various things I keep on hand for when I change my mind at the last minute and dinner plans are changed. Plus I have a habit of finding something interesting at the market and so it throws things around even more. But there is a frame-work of organization. Really. Sort of.
I need a sep. freezer I think. I tend to store and hoard. I am running out of space.

I bought a bathing suit yesterday. I used to have two (both were bought "on holiday" and they weren't things I favored) I ended up giving one to my Sister as it fit her better. The other is a bit too big now and I never liked it all that much to begin with. Plus it had those awful "soft cups" which are useless as anything if you are larger than a B cup. I think many women know what I am talking about. The sort of thing that gives you a case of uniboob. Come to think of it, most soft cupped bathing suits would give A cup women uniboobs. And it is never comfortable and things sort of slide around or feel mooshed. It was a tankini and I hated the bottoms on them. And the color was a very conservative black waffle print. (the sort of thing you buy and think, "oh well... slightly slimming, won't draw attention blah blah sensible sauce." Plus I think it was a rushed purchase. I bought it in Whistler in the middle of Winter. I wanted to use the pool but I think I forgot or lacked a suit and "oh hey here is one, it sort of fits and the exchange rate is mighty good." (which it was at the time. Now it is the turn of Canadians to go on shopping sprees and say, "ooooh appealing exchange rate. Must. Buy.")
I will keep the less than inspiring suit around. Maybe it will be useful if I am ever pregnant again. Though the reality will be that should I try it on I will say, "God I hate this thing. Why did I put it on. Uniboob all over again. Feck it."
This is a two piece but the bottom is a solid-color coral pink color with a sort of skirt. Because quite honestly I just don't feel like completely sharing my thunder thighs with the entire world. It is not too old lady bathing suit skirt-ish but more... "Look I am living out my Esther Williams fantasy" skirt. And the top has an underwire!!! And other parts are adjustable for comfort, fit and attractiveness. The top has a pattern with coral pinks and red (sounds a bit clashy but it will work.) So no dull sensible colors. It is all about flash and again it is all about the Esther Williams fantasy. By the way -if you ever get a chance to, read her tell-all memoir. It is so dishy.

Why aren't there more ballet-dream sequences starring Jacques d'Amboise in my daily life???

This week in Gennie's private dress lust, I offer you this. Really much of it is about my yen to live much of my life like an MGM musical in terms of the technicolor look of things. That and well-choreographed spontaneous dancing/singing numbers involving Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly. I am not adverse to ones involving Bob Fosse either. Just so the world knows. It is important to have everyone know where I stand on such things. Now excuse me, I need to go dance on the walls and ceiling and then I just might go and do a whole number on roller-skates. Because I can.