Sunday, 29 March 2015

Vote vote vote for little Amber

Who's that knocking at the door? If it's (YOU GUYS)
Let 'em in and sit 'em on a pin (SORRY SORRY), and we won't vote for Amber anymore
Shut the door forty-four, you're out! 






Okay but if you haven't yet, please go check out the shortlist for Arc Poetry Magazine's 2015 Poem of the Year where you can see my poem, "By the time he hit the floor" and vote for your pick to win the Readers' Choice Award. (Voting now closed—thanks everyone!!)






Okay, now the outfit talk: 



brown wool hat: Parkhurst Basque beret, from beloved Netty Vintage, worn here
plaid flannel shirt: Finley, Dillard's, 75% off sale (a.k.a. "Shoepocalypse")
sort-of obi / wrap belt: no-name, ebay
brown midi skirt: Worthington, thrifted, worn here
scarf: local discount / overstock store, worn here other-patterned-side out
red skipping shoes: Fluevog Modvogs Jen


And now we can totally see some awesome Grandmas with a jump rope:



Vecchie bastarde!
Signore di una certa età e a una certa maniera saltano con la corda.
Posted by Paolo Ruffini on Tuesday, 29 July 2014



tails!



I'll be taking my beret over to Judith's Style Crone for April's Hat Attack! And I'm done being bossy, promise. I have moved on to the deep ponderings of the universe: Why don't skipping / jump rope / clapping songs make much sense, Miss Mary Mack? And why don't I have any brown shoes? 


32 comments:

  1. Do you know the one: "One mother and your mother were hanging out clothes. My mother socked your mother right in the nose. What colour was the blood?" You are so right!!
    Probably jump-rope will become the next big Abs'o'Steel workout trend now. Which would be fun. I always loved skipping and double dutch. And "In, out, in, on, footsie, footsies, ding, dong." Am I speaking another language here?
    And you most beautiful in Basque Beret and lovely tuxedo-tail blouse. Plus indeed you are wearing the perfect skipping shoes.
    I did my voting, you betcha.

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    1. Oh Melanie, that's a good one! Bet you're still good at double Dutch, and thanks so much for voting!

      All in together girls, talk about the weather, girls ...

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  2. What a beautiful, stark and stunning poem. Have cast my vote. :-) Always a fan of plaid, and I especially like the fishtail in the back.

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    1. Thank you so much for your response to my poem, Susan! And I appreciate your vote, fellow plaid-and-fishtail fan. :)

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  3. I remember the skipping song that Melanie quoted (although I believe it was "my mother and your mother were hanging out the clothes").

    I voted, really I did.

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    1. Shelley Shelley bo-belly banana-fana fo-felley fee fi mo-melley, Shelley!!! In some places the vote-vote-vote song goes, "let her in and sock her on the chin ..."

      And you are the best for voting!

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  4. We have voted. Both. It's a great poem, well written.
    Glad that you are back with pretty unique outfits
    ( someday I will also show outfitphotos again, if I do no more look so miserable).
    Thanks for your visit and comment :-)

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    1. Your feedback and your votes are wonderful. Thank you Mascha and her love. :)

      Feeling (and looking) miserably unwell and low energy were big parts of my time offline too—I've been thinking of you and always sending healing thoughts.

      On the positive side, for the past year-plus, it seems to me that Blogger automatically does a sort of skin-smoothing/softened-focus/noise-reduction effect with photos (has anyone else noticed this???) so I can totally fake glowing dewy health with no extra effort on my part. :)

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    2. Thank you, I was often asking, how you are...
      No, I've not noticed this effect, have since months only landscape and other things on my pictures...but without blogging I miss a piece of alldays creativity, that I cannot do for longer than two weeks ;-)
      Maybe I make a paper collage to your poem?
      We Germans are so unpoetically, we haven't such votring or poetry journals, sigh (in the motherland of Goethe, Schiller and Heine)!
      We cross our fingers that you get the price.

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    3. You are always poetry to my ears, Mascha!

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  5. Oh, my goodness, what a wonderful poem. Absolutely wonderful. You're so very talented!

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    1. Dear Gracey, thank you so much for visiting, going to read my poem, and coming back with such praise!

      I LIKE GRACEY TO JUMP WITH ME. :)

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  6. Ooh, the Modvogs are heavenly - they were too stiff for my feet, unfortunately. Lovely outfit, Amber! I voted for you yesterday.

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    1. Thank you, Sheila, you are so awesome. I lucked out with the Modvog fit for sure, they are wonderfully sturdy, but I see how they could be sharp-edged if the shape isn't just right. I'll skip on over to Judith's with you!

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  7. Over here it was "Cat's got the measles, the measles, the measles. Cat's got the measles, the measles got the cats!" Love that vid. I'm tempted to dig out he skipping rope now.
    Loving the beret and the cool blouse. Diggin' those shoes! xxx

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    1. Oh Vix, this ditty about diseased cats is as much my favourite as the violence-begotten alien blood one! Hee.

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  8. You don't have brown shoes because red is much more interesting. The songs don't make sense because everyone is out of breath and laughing, nonsensical making sense then. Your poem is beautiful, evocative, spare and heartbreaking. I voted for you. Even when there's no contest, I'll vote for you. I love your outfit too, especially with the red shoes. So happy to see you. XXXOOO

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    1. My friend Jean, you are so very dear! Fantastic to see you, and thanks for all your wise responses, and your perennial vote! Yes, the great silliness of arbitrary 'rules' as in skipping and clapping songs, and in style. Red rebel shoes! Take that, schmonochromatic. xoxoxoxoxxo

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  9. I remember doing that punched mother in the nose one too as a little girl only we did it with that game where you stand in a circle and tap fists. I have no idea what that is called but it went with all sorts of rhymes that also worked for skipping. After you asked what colour was the blood, the person whose fist you landed on picked a colour and then you spelled it out and the person you last landed on is out.

    So glad you are featuring your gorgeous lips again today! LOL And I love the spikes of hair going around the beret. Brilliant! Brown is one of my favourite colours. I just love it and it looks really good on you. The red shoes are perfect and much more interesting than brown shoes with a brown outfit. xoxoxo

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    1. C-H-A-R-T-R-E-U- ...

      H-E-L-I-O-T-R- ...

      :D

      xoxo

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  10. Oh no! Too late for me to vote, right?

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    1. Dear Ulla-Marie, I just checked and the survey link still seems to be active ... whether they count votes received after March 30, your vote definitely counts in my book!! Thanks, Ulla-Marie!!

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    2. Survey is now closed—thank you Ulla-Marie and everyone who voted!

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  11. Voted! Lots of luck.

    Drooling over that amazing top and your fantastic shoes. I've missed you!

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  12. Ohhhhhh! I'm too late to vote. I would have loved to have supported you, and will do so next time. I'm so excited to see you back. Have been missing you in so many ways. Was ecstatic to see your beautiful beret and face pop up on Hat Attack! Thank you!

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    1. Dear Judith, your warm welcome-back is all the vote I need! xo

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  13. Amber, you're back! So nice to see you! I love that you still have the same glasses (Oakley, right?) and Statue-of-Liberty hair - and of course, your very chic and classic clothes. And shoes. And jewelry. Here you are again, and I'm barely putting in an appearance. Such is the ebb and flow of blogging.

    Loved the Italian nonnas jumping rope! The only rope-rhyme I remember is "Not last night but the night before, twenty-four robbers came knocking at the door." Can't remember the rest of it - it's been way too long!

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    1. "... one with a fiddle and one with a drum, and one with a pancake stuck to his ..." hmm. That's not it either!

      Yep, change would be slow to nonexistent 'round these parts. Same Oakley frames (since 02 or 3, been wanting to update for ages but haven't found anything I like better), same pointy hair, ebbin' and flowin' and glad to catch glimpses and rumours of your appearance!

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  14. Dear Amber, Sorry my comment is so late. I thought I had left one the other day but must have fumbled so much that it wasn't published... Anyway, the little video is so sweet, it just takes me right back to my school days. We jumped rope too, but I don't remember us having songs to go with it.

    Your plaid shirt is lovely, enhanced perfectly by the obi belt. I so wished my waist was longer, so I could wear one. The shiny red shoes are gorgeous! Sadly we are still missing the Fluevog brand on the shelves of Danish shoe stores.

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  15. Hi Amber - I've been missing in action for a while so very sorry that I've seen this too late to vote for you and to hear of your father's passing. I hope that you are well! You certainly look well! Do little girls skip anymore? I do hope so - I did enjoy playing double dutch as a child!

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    1. V, I am thrilled to hear from you! More thrilled yet that my father is well — it was the story of my grandfather's death captured in verse. I do have it on good authority, just last week, that skipping prevails. :)

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Thank you for your comments!
- Amber