Tuesday, October 21, 2008

In which I get arty again.

blackbird has accused me of being arty. And while my first reaction is to say "Who, me?" my second reaction is to think, "Hey, why not? This is the internet. Anyone can be arty on the internet."

And it's true. Honestly, all you need is a digital camera, a Blogger account, and a Roget's Thesaurus for easy access to the occasional unusual word. (Tsk! See, that's all the proof you need that I'm old: young, hip arty bloggers don't use a thesaurus; they use the internet. Duh.)

So anyway, I've decided that artiness is the new drivel. And therefore, instead of my usual stream of ineffectual whimsicalities, I will tender you photos, a la dooce, with remarks that use DOOCE CAPS for HUMOROUS EMPHASIS or maybe just because I want to.

So settle back, dear readers, while I take you on a trip to lovely Falmouth, Massachusetts, where the Buxoms will go shopping under a Maxfield Parrish sky.

Columbus Day Weekend 2008

It's a beautiful day, so let's go hang around the used CD store! OK!

Columbus Day Weekend 2008

Inside Spinnaker (and HOW CUTE IS THAT NAME? I ask you) my family, culture vultures all, looked at albums.

Columbus Day Weekend 2008

I, on the other hand, being such a POP CULTURISTA, spotted this collectible Miss Yvonne figurine and immortalized it thus:

Columbus Day Weekend 2008

Unfortunately this doll doesn't convey even a tenth of the glamor that was Miss Yvonne in her heyday, so I left it on the ASH HEAP OF HISTORY.

At Puritan Cape Cod (which you have to love the name!) my daughter and I were dazzled by the Vera Bradley display. Oh, the colors! We bought a lot of stuff.

Columbus Day Weekend 2008

Then we walked back to the hotel. Past the town common. So here you go. The wonders of nature. The cuteness of history.

Columbus Day Weekend 2008

Yankee magazine, eat your mother-humping heart out.

We passed this house several times, and I just know that Martha Stewart would die, just die, if she spotted the baby PUMPKINS lined up on the PORTICO.

Columbus Day Weekend 2008

Which--just so you know--is the kind of word you can always check on the internet. No thesaurus needed.

10 comments:

  1. I believe we actually HAVE a portico - though we don't have one of those things you can drive your car under, which I think is called something like a portcochere...gotta check my thesaurus.

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  2. I keep an actual dictionary next to my computer. Hello, HOW OLD AM I?

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  3. You are too funny. I laughed my mother-humping butt off. People in my office looked over.

    ;-P


    FA

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  4. How about a post with "porte cochere" in it? or "mullion" ?

    ;-)

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  5. Oh, I am so nostalgic to see pictures of Falmouth (anywhere in MA will do!). I love it there! Thank you so much for sharing!

    (I just moved from Boston to MN a few months ago and am a bit homesick sometimes!)

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  6. That Miss Yvonne doll is scary. She was so much more than that!

    And I do love the wonders of nature and the cuteness of history.

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  7. I love that, while reading YOUR blog, I keep seeing Falmouth as Foul Mouth!

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  8. So, because I use dictionary.com, does that mean I'll be eternally young? ;P

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  9. OK, I can sort of understand why you might pass up the Miss Yvonne doll. But the Cowboy Curtis doll? PURE GOLD! I want it badly.

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  10. I can't believe the Buxom family was 25 minutes from my house. But now I know where to go to complete my Pee Wee Herman collection!

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