Devilish Delights

     Thursday night, Axl was on the phone and I began poking through Netflix. Ultimately, I noticed The House on Haunted Hill. I have seen bits and pieces of the remake and was not impressed but I had heard that the original was the way to go. I was not disappointed. I promptly made a goal to see Vincent Price's other movies. Such a handsome devil!

     When The House on Haunted Hill completed, it was still early and I happened  to see:

I love Elvira. I think she is hilarious. Elvira, Mistress of the Dark is funny and campy and oh, so Eighties! Like me, you'll probably marvel at how Elvira (Cassandra Peterson) fits in her wardrobe and how Edie McClurg happened to show up in every movie from that time and still looks the exact same now as she did then.  

     If you find yourself home alone this Halloween weekend, don't fear! You now have two great movies to keep you company. Her name is Elvira but, as she says in the movie, you can call her 'tonight'...that is...'tonight' on Netflix.

Yours 'till bobby pins on permanent waves get seasick,

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Lazy Sunday

     This past weekend, Axl found himself with unexpected time off. After we made our way to three or four coffee shops (It's what we do. Axl is more coffee obsessed than I, but I still reap the reward of getting to drink good coffee), we did a little antiquing, thrifting, and eating. Lazy Sunday, indeed!

Black Eye Coffee.  Don't get me wrong, I like their coffee, but I love their vintage details.

          At Black Eye, we watched live feed of the Red Bull Stratos jump. Holy cow! I had tears in my eyes.  To jump from the stratosphere and land on Earth? Scary beautiful.

     After we left Black Eye, we found an old wooden desk on the side of the street in need of a fresh coat of paint and some love. I think we both had visions of that desk dancing in our heads. Sadly, it wouldn't fit in the car. I should have taken a picture of it but we were more or less in the middle of the road like a hot mess.

     At one of the next coffee shops, we asked a friend what we should do with the day and he told us about The Brass Armadillo. Off we went! There were many great booths. Some of them were like little dream rooms to me.

I'm sad this one is blurry because look at that Pyrex!

Coffee grinders for Axl.  We've only seen the black metal and wood versions before.

I find these dolls from time to time. I don't know what they're called. I  cannot say I am fond of this clown one.

'Tis the season!

     After a few hours of shopping (and seeing several items from our childhood), we were tired and hungry. It was time to eat! I appreciate kitsch, even in the form of food, so when Axl told me about  Taco John's I just had to check it out:

Chicken finger burrito with tater tots inside?  Sure!

Yours 'till bobby pins on permanent waves get seasick,

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Weekly Post

     A few weeks ago, I had the thought that I wanted to create a weekly posting.  Then...my wedding approached and all rational thought went out the window.  This was the scene on Saturday:

     Axl and I had a beautiful wedding and I can't wait to post more about our day and the diy involved.  Long-distance wedding planning created much talk of elopement!

     Meanwhile, Halloween is right around the corner.  Halloween is my fav-o-rite holiday and so today's post is about Cadbury Screme Eggs.  Have you seen these?  The trick-or-treater in me is squealing  with delight.  I first read about them on J.W. Ocker's Odd Things I've Seen and when I saw them tonight in my local Target I had to try one.  I love Cadbury Creme Eggs.  It used to be that you could only get them during the Easter season and by that, I mean, right before Easter.  There was none of this early merchandising we have today when I was in my youth.

     The following picture is of the inside of the egg.  The poor picture quality is a result of eating the darn thing in the car because I just couldn't wait!

     True to the advertising seen in the picture above, "the creme's gone green with the same great taste".

Yours 'till bobby pins on permanent waves get seasick,

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