Pumpkin

Happy Halloween!
What has happened to my holiday? If I could find a sheet, I threw it over myself, cut holes for my eyes and mouth and was off for a night of fun. Otherwise, it was run around in the the same old, bruised and battered 'devil' that I always found crumpled in the bottom of the Mom's costume bag in the dining room closet. I'd be lost these days scurrying around Spirit Halloween each year trying on a new, bloodier, scarier outfit to top all my friends. A lot of the get-ups seem to be way above PG-13 in their blood and guts or slamming some  ethnic stereotype like indians, mafia bosses, pimps and their 'ladies of the evening', muslims, mexicans and sexy nurses to name but a few. This is probably why I steer clear of Halloween parties. I don't want to see what I know I'll see. 

I'm such a halloweenie! 
I will be bringing a stupid bag of masks to work today however. 
I'm such a contradiction too.
Boo!

Dark Skies

Dark skies, approaching storm. It's 5 PM Monday afternoon. Hurricane Sandy still hasn't come ashore in New Jersey, but you wouldn't know it looking at the skies above Portland Harbor. I'm heading home. I'll be in lockdown mode soon. See you later alligator!

8 PM Monday. Still have power, but all streets around us are out. Little rain... it comes in heavy spurts. The wind's the thing. It's just a prolonged howling. Like living in a wind tunnel. Fingers crossed.

5:53 AM Tuesday. Power is off, BUT the generator is running. Got lights. Got fridge. Got hot water. Got milk!

Top of Stairs

We spent the weekend in Ogunquit at the Hartwell House Inn, a B&B that evokes a time past. All the rooms were named after people that I was familiar with except ours. Our room was called the Susan B. Littlefield and even after a little research that stated she was born in 1817, I'm drawing a blank. This painting on the second floor landing outside our room is of her. We arrived Friday evening unpacked and headed to an Irish pub we spied on Route 1. After a wonderful omelet breakfast Saturday morning, we were off to investigate the Kittery outlets and then back for the rest of the afternoon, walking and checking out the shops in Kennebunkport. Sunday morning we woke to fog and drizzle, so we headed to Perkins Cove and watched the surf pound and nearby restaurant personnel securing and 'battening down the hatches' for the approaching Sandy. After that and a quick tour of some shops in the town of Ogunquit, we decided to head back home and do a bit of securing of our own, chairs off the deck, lawn furniture brought in, generator gassed and at the ready and basically anything loose picked up. Sandy's coming, and I think we're ready. 

427 Shelby

My Dad would have loved to have been with me to see this baby parked in Kittery yesterday afternoon. It's a 1965 Shelby 427 AC Cobra, an American engined British sports car. The paint job was striking, the top was down and the interior, including the black leather, was inviting. 
While I was walking around admiring, a guy walked up and I said, "Yours?"
He replied, "Nope, but I'd give up my wife for it. A beauty." Now, whether he was talking about this car or his wife, I'll never know, but I've got a pretty good idea. 
The original model for the car, CSX3015, was owned by Carroll Shelby and was auctioned off in 2007 for, are you ready for this, for 5 million plus commission. Needless to say, it is not sitting in my driveway this morning. 
I must say though, I'd love to take the one pictured for a spin along the ocean, but I ain't trading Elenka for it. (I'll get points for that last comment)

Stacked

Time is such a killer!
She was stacked! The used bookstore that is. While traveling through Salem this past week, I caught sight of one of my favorite places to hang out, a used bookstore. Like the alcoholic, that gets stuck working at a bottle redemption store, just the whiff of 'the stuff' sends me reeling. I wanted in, but alas time and pressing commitments said I better pass. I'll stop another day. I do have regrets though. There were probably several books hidden in there with timely tips on how to ride out a mega-storm like the one heading our way. As for right now, I'm not going to ruin a beautiful fall weekend scurrying around loading up on water, batteries, non-perishable food stuff and the like. No TV, no meteorologists to tell me which way the wind's blowing. I'll worry about that Monday. 

Right now, I just can't seem to stop humming that Springsteen song "4th of July, Asbury Park(Sandy)". Is this a sign?

My 15

In 1968, Andy Warhol stated that "In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes."

What do you mean my 15 minutes are up? Did I sleep through them? Was I out of the room? Perhaps, I might have been in the restroom. Where are those 15 minutes that I was promised by Warhol? I want mine. I need mine. A promise is a promise.

I have been reminded by many that it's really NOT all about me. As you well know, this is a debatable point that I feel strongly about. Can't it be, 'just about me' for a little while?

I must say this though, I hope it doesn't come the beginning of next week, during the 'frankenstorm' threatening the East Coast. With Halloween, the upcoming election and now this storm, wouldn't my notoriety be lost in the shuffle? Andy, come on. You wouldn't do this to me, would you? Just my luck.  

Rugged Tree

Going sideways a bit is this ol', big rugged tree. The first tree I can ever recall was one outside the kitchen window on Washington Avenue. I think it might have been a mountain ash. I was only about 4 or 5, but I  knew for sure it was a tree and not a bush. It was covered with hard orange berries that hung around even through the winter and provided food for the birds. It would have been a fine place to hang one of my birdfeeders too. Close by a large window, it would have been a wonderful viewing location to watch the winter action of 'attacking' the berries. I remember one time, out alone, I managed to wiggle and climb up about 3 feet off the ground. What a sense of accomplishment! I thought I was so high up. I had reached the point where I could peer into the kitchen and see Mom. She was some surprised, threw up her hands and raced outside to 'save' her precious one from imminent disaster.
 By the way, do you think that type of tree is a mountain ash? I still don't know.

11 Buttons

Took a side trip back to 1630 Salem, MA yesterday. I visited Pioneer Village, a living history museum, a short trip from downtown Salem. It is a recreation of an English colony led by Roger Conant and a group of settlers. There are various buildings in the settlement with settlers retelling stories of day to day life back in the 17th Century. One gent was wearing this outfit. Now, I like the vest-look, but even for me this might be a bit much. Here we have 11 buttons and 13 holes on a top coat. And just a note, there were more above and below. I guess you could say, this would be the latest in their fall wear collection.
Heidi K. would be so proud!

Caramel Apples

I called them sticky apples and still do, even though Alexis laughs at me every time I do. Halloween was always a 'devilish' time for me. We had Halloween parties at school, and my devil costume would make its yearly appearance. I think back now and wonder what the nuns really thought of it along side them. They would set aside an afternoon for us kiddies to run around and have fun. Mom had a party once too. No sticky apples at this one, but the gang and I did have great, wet fun bobbing for apples. Hey, if you haven't tried it, it's not easy. I always thought kids with an overbite had a big advantage in the water. No fair! Hahaha! I can't remember what my brother and sisters had for costumes. Maybe they'll chime in today. Did you take part in the havoc of 'all hallows eve'? Your costume?

Wilde Orange

How can this statue stay calm amid all this orange? This is the family plot of the Wilde family in Evergreen Cemetery. What does it say about people who need a huge, granite  mausoleum or a large stone statue, reaching for the sky to mark their space when they no longer tread this earth? Hey, don't forget about me and how important I WAS! I do think it is only fitting that pigeons, crows and others of the aves class often stop by and 'do their business' atop these figures. A simple plaque or just sprinkle me to the wind will do me just fine.

Back Road

This is an early morning fog shot down memory lane. It doesn't look like much now, but this used to quite a treacherous ride down the back hill from the Westbrook College campus. What now is a dirt road with just lingering bits of discarded tar at the side was once a near-perfect glide over tar for about a 1/2 mile downhill cutting a wide swarth through the woods behind Gulliver's Field. The run started at the back of the college grounds near Evergreen Cemetery, continued past the Field turnoff, and the old lovers lane, took a wide turn and ended at the bottom alongside Gulliver's Pond. A gang of kids and their bikes would travel!

Shopping

Shop class. Ah, good ol' shop class. It was called Shop back then. No Industrial Arts. No Industrial Technology and other fancy new age names. Just Shop. That was all. Up to sixth grade, the nuns had enough trouble keeping chalk dust off their habits and dress. Sawdust would have pushed them over the edge. As a matter of memory, I wish a couple of them had gone over the edge. Sister Mary Joanne, are you listening? When I moved to Lincoln Junior, I had some poor bloke for seventh grade Shop class. He had a pretty hard time with 'crowd control', if you know what I mean. The eighth grade shop room was overseen by the, at times tyrannical, Mr. H-. I saw "The Caine Mutiny" that fall for the first time with Dad (I watch it often still), and saw at times Captain Queeg in the teacher, who controlled the wood in that room. Let's see, I made a key holder with our last name initial in the middle. I thought I got an A. Captain Queeg didn't! Next, I made a cribbage board. Grampa had passed away that past summer, and he taught me the game summer nights on his back porch. I still have the board we played on. I thought it fitting to make one. I thought I deserved an A. Captain Queeg didn't! There was always extra wood lying around the shop, so I asked the 'good captain', if I could take on another project. He told me to pick a project, get some plans, buy the wood, and I could work afternoons under his guidance. I think he thought that would discourage me. He thought wrong! At the time, I subscribed to Mechanix Illustrated and found a design of a magazine rack within its pages. It took me longer than I thought it would to complete. Things always do. I applied the final two coats of shellac in our cellar and stood back and admired the job. Mom liked it so much she put it in the den and stuffed it full of her magazines and other junk. Wood and I have had a love/hate relationship over the years. Sometimes, I meet with success with pine, nails and screws and at other times... I've been hammered.

Guess

Caution: Viewer Discretion Advised--
(answer revealed below) Here's another quiz. Wager you bets now. What have I got here? Close up of a Monet? A classic nude? Waves in the bathtub? An owl at the zoo?  I'll give you 10 more seconds and PLEASE make your answer in the form of a question. Don Pardo, please cue the Final Jeopardy soundtrack. Was it easy? Was it tricky? 
Well, if you wagered the house and your answer was "What is a top of a old, round metal stool?" This is your lucky day!

2 Boots

Dominique's boots give me the opportunity to talk a bit about music this morning. It's Dwight time again. Dwight Yoakam's first new CD in seven years is out. Called "3 Pears", the music is a blend of rockabilly with a tint of almost British rock, with that classic Dwight twang. I'm not a big country music fan, but I think I know good music when I hear it, and this one's a keeper. Hey, even Marchin might give it a play, maybe. On a trip to NJ. about 10 years ago, you won't believe what I suffered through in the CD player, but do you think he'd allow me to put a few of Yoakum's greatest hits on? No sirree, bub! AND it was my car! Oh well, I'm past that. Tell ya the truth. His foot be tappin', if he ever gave that album a chance. Interesting sidelight to the title, in Living in the Material World, the George Harrison movie by Martin Scorsese, there's this piece about John Lennon trying on 3 pairs of glasses, and there is where the album's title and first released video come from. I'm buying it today! Now, don't go and ask me why the title's "3 Pears" and not 3 Pairs. I can't help you solve all of life's riddles, can I?

Shake Time

It was all about shake, rattle and roll last night. Nearby Hollis Center was the epicenter for a 4.0 magnitude earthquake, that was felt throughout the New England states and as far away as western New York. We don't get or feel them often, as a matter of fact the only other one I ever felt in my life was back about 25 years, while I was watching Monday Night Football. Back then, I grabbed a flashlight and headed outside, because I thought for sure a back wall of the house had come tumbling down. It was about a 5 second rumble. Last night was different. It started as a long, large rumble building to a BIG thump with a constant shaking sensation. At first I thought it was one of the large cattle trucks passing the house. When they are empty and pass by, there is a long, continuous crashing, thundering sound as they approach and then pass. I was sitting in the den and after about 3 seconds I called to Elenka in the kitchen, "It's an earthquake!" I believe, from starting bang to finishing roll, it was about 15-20 seconds in duration. I went to the kitchen and stood in the middle of the room and rode out the final, distant roll of thunder. They say it sounds like a freight train a comin', and I must say that was just what it sounded like, with the train coming right through the house. At a nearby soccer game, news reports say the bleachers shook and fans scrambled wildly and you could actually make out a landroll as it moved across the field. That must have been something to witness. My photo today is a reminder of that scene at the train tracks in the movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind". Richard Dreyfuss was in the cab of his pickup and things were a 'shaken all over'. A bit what we experienced last evening at 7:12 PM.

The Square

This is a view of Congress Square from in front of the Portland Museum of Art. Out of the photo on the right is the Eastland Park Hotel in the midst of a renovation project that has brought controversy to the city elders. At the center of the argument is what to do with the small park along side the hotel. The Eastland wants it to build a ballroom attached to their facility. The city really doesn't seem to know what to do with it. As far as parks go, the most positive thing that might be said about this one is that it's an eyesore. It's all concrete with a couple of raised flower beds; otherwise not a blade of grass standing.  I'm all for city green spaces, in this case gray space, but I must say, the loss of this one, looking as it does this morning, ain't gonna bring tears to my eyes. It's a prime piece of space, that might have all sorts of possibilities, but looking as it does, it's shameful. And I haven't even brought up a whisper about the 'population' that hangs, sleeps, drinks, and harangues to passersby. Portland, get off your butt and bring this piece some beauty.

Elenka

Today, Elenka turns... What do you think I'm crazy? I learned many, many years ago not to put my fingers in the fire. I'll suffice to say Happy Birthday my sweet Elenka. I'm getting a bit long in tooth, but I still remember that glorious first time I set eyes on her. It was in a cafeteria at work in the spring of '71, and my reaction on seeing the blonde hair and short skirt was "...and what is THIS?" Not too long after this first encounter, she passed me in her red Vega, pulled over and our time together started. Our list of fun and important times together is endless, and that's no real exaggeration. From our wedding in '75, that trip across country in the van in 1976, my introduction to the Jersey family, the birth of J- , climbs to the peak of Katahdin, watching a sunrise on Tumbledown and the most important spending time in a beautiful old home, that her touches have made special are only a few of times that benchmark a special 'trip' for us. 
Thank you Elenka, for making my life special.

ps. that's her on the left, with little sister Judith Ann.

Atrium

This is an entrance to Catherine McAuley High School, an all women's high school on Stevens Avenue. Established in 1969, it took the place of two other high school run by the Sisters of Mercy, Saint Joseph's Academy(1881-1969) and Cathedral High School(1901-1969). My older sister, living in Lakeland, Florida graduated from Cathedral and my younger sister, residing in Lake Oswego, Oregon graduated from McAuley. This high school is situated on one of those unique streets in Americana, where you  can get baptised, start kindergarten, survive your middle school and high school years, graduate college, get married(my sister did), have a funeral and be buried without leaving the avenue. If only there was a hospital... Another bit of trivia that helps to make this street unique? Some of Birdman's finest hours growing up were spent hanging near this straight shot from Morrills Corner to Westgate Shopping Center.

River Run

I enjoy legends. Do you? This is the Saco River. It's stunning and peaceful. It runs 136 miles from its source in Crawford Notch, NH to Saco Bay. It gets its name from the Abenaki word (sakohki) meaning "land where the river comes out". Since we started living nearby, I've heard about the curse of the river. As one legend goes, Chief Squandro, a member of the Sokokis tribe in 1675, lived among the white settlers in peace till an English ship anchored nearby. Sailors came ashore, found the chief's son and pregnant mate and threw them into the river. All three drowned. He mourned for three days, and then in a terrible fit, 'cursed the river' and told it to take three white settlers each year till they are driven from its banks. To this day, supposedly the 'Saco Curse' still stands, and it takes three victims a year. Some people still believe in the curse and stay away from the Saco each summer till three bodies are taken. I like the story, but I'm not a believer.

Zucchini Bread

In our recipe box we have recipes for zucchini cookies, frosted zucchini snacks, zucchini and cheese layers, zucchini stuffing casserole, zucchini and eggplant fettuccine, zucchini pizza and even zucchini pancakes. We've tried most of them ONCE. I must say though the bread and the cookies are scrumptious! The other night, I got caught in my zucchini zone. I find myself here  once or twice each fall.  Here is the Zucchini Bread recipe straight from Birdman's kitchen.

*Beat 3 eggs in mixer until foamy
*Beat in 2 cups of sugar
*2 cups shredded zucchini
*3/4 cup of vegetable oil
*1 tablespoon vanilla
* 3 cups flour
*1 tablespoon baking powder
*2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
*1 teaspoon baking soda
*Throw in liberal handfuls of raisins and walnuts
*Pour batter into two 9x5x3  greased pans
*Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour and ten minutes. Check if done. Cool in pan for 10 minutes. Cool completely on a wire rack.
ENJOY... and you will. I promise. 

Autumn Birdbath

I like this birdbath found at a local garden. Whenever I see pumpkins this time of year, I can't help but be whisked back to Miss Storer's classroom and my first reading of "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow". When we finished it, all I wanted to do was to go find small pumpkins that I could hurl at unsuspecting, neighborhood girls walking down the wooden path behind our house. My aim was never very good with the small, orange orbs, so they splattered against trees nearby. Not too scary. The girls weren't too afraid either. They were screaming, yet smiling, running down the path on their way home. I still have a bit of the Icabod in me and a lot of the 'hidden' Brom Bones.

Pond Dam

Time to reflect---
This is the dam at Clark's Pond caught in a peaceful moment the other day. Running, trickling water has been known to have a calming effect on certain people. Some people actually add artificial fountains to their backyard gardens. I guess the constant gurgling sound is suppose to add some sort of relaxing effect to their lives. Constant moving water does nothing for me, except to remind of the time we were on vacation in Florida and an April storm flooded our cellar, floated our oil and kerosene tanks, destroyed our furnace and ended up costing us big bucks. Water runs its course. It does whatever it wants. It did that day. That evil spring storm is in our rearview mirror now, but that memory of constant running water provides no real zen moment for us. That day was no high water mark for us. It gave us no comfort at all, but we learned about the power of water that day.

Afternoon Junk

"One Man's Meat, Is Another Man's poison."
Well, all I'll say about this place is, if you're looking for something you just can't seem to find or need desperately, pull over, it's probably here. If you're heading down the famous Route 1 towards Wiscasset your eye will catch this spot on the right, just after the Bath bridge. I like to collect stuff. Little trinkets, that somehow tie into writing, often make their way to my office upstairs or to my desk at work. A little magnet with an old fashion typewriter and bumper sticker for work declaring "The Greatest Prison of All is a Closed Mind" are two of my latest acquisitions. I guarantee you, if I ever entered this establishment, I wouldn't leave empty handed. I might leave with objects like I got at the Mustard House a few weeks ago, like the small blue pitcher, the duck print and a round mirror and have no idea where they'll end up. Drives Elenka crazy but not me. My philosophy: there's always a place. I like small objects, miniature oils and such. If I find myself at a garage sale with interesting items, my mantra is 'collect'. I can't help myself.

Tour Guide

I've lived near Standish for the last 35 years and, until Saturday morning, never set foot in the Marrett House, which is located on Route 25 at Standish Corner . We stopped by to take in the "Art at the Marrett" show. The art  show in the big barn was nice, but the real artistry was found walking room to room in the historic home of the Marrett family, with local historian and tour guide Charles. It was a 45 minute trip back in time, hearing wonderful stories of three generations of family life, viewing the inner architecture and glancing at the treasured heirlooms throughout the rooms. I love old buildings that share a character and a history with us. The Marrett House is one of these structures that has quite a narration to share with us with the help of a gifted historian like Charles. He was certainly "Charles In Charge" on Saturday morning!

http://www.historicnewengland.org/historic-properties/homes/marrett-house/marrett-house

Dine and Dance

The Empire Dine and Dance is located at 575 Congress Street. Growing up in the 50's, Mom would tell me stories of taking the bus to Congress Street, going shopping at Woolworths and Porteous, Mitchell and Braun with her women friends and having lunch at the counter at her two favorite restaurants the Empire and the Strand. On one trip to the Strand, I was taken along for a special treat. I sat with all the big wig-ladies, dangling my feet in delight and eating a slice of pie. Being the oldest of four, I had lots of these special days with Mom. This one lunch date at the Strand was a keeper. Langston Hughes reminds us all to "hold fast to dreams". I'd add to 'hold fast to those memories' too. 

Window Shopping

Like those Where's Waldo books? 
Then you would have been right at home on the streets of Portland last night. Your task though would have been 'can you find the zombies'? They were out. Look closely, there's one with his eye on you looking out this window. It was a Artwalk Friday, and we walked Congress with my brother and his lovely wife. We ended up at MECA Maine College of Art and got some free pins: "I Like Art", "Vote", "Love Design" and checked of some Maine Educators art. Later, it was off to the Dogfish Cafe for dinner. By the way, I think I might have even seen the haunting image of Edgar Allan Poe stumbling about. One of the street zombies had a mummified body on his back with a raven sitting upon his shoulder. You ever know who or what you might stumble across on a night out on the town. 
Errrhhhh!

Colored Corn

They call it Indian corn. The call it flint corn. They call it calico corn. I was surprised to learn awhile back that you can actually plant it to come out in these colors. I really thought they were painted or colored in some way. Little did I know that you actually planted the seed to get these hues. Although they can be used in recipes, they are mostly found in centerpieces or front door decorations in October and November. I like cultivating corn, eating corn and looking at these fall decorations made with corn. However, I don't care for corn's use in mazes. They seem to be a craze around here. You know maize mazes! I have no interest getting lost amid an ocean of green stalks. I'll hang with the jugs of cider and search out the big pumpkins stacked on farm wagons. I'll let others go and get claustrophobicly lost in a maize maze.

Wet Tabletop

Birdman's forcast-
It's been rainy around these parts for the last week or so. Now, I'm no professional prognosticator, but I know what I know about weather and a pretty prolonged stretch of rain signals to me a change of a season. Yesterday's steady rain and humid conditions allowed me to open the window behind my desk and just let that air rush in. It felt nice. And in old Wilford Brimley's words 'it was the right thing to do'. This is a shot through the glass top of our picnic table on the deck. Due to some early frost warning last week, we had to get all the plants on the deck under the table. The next move will to transport them to their winter home in Portland. That undertaking will probably mean loading the SUV this evening and running the truckload of plants into Portland tomorrow afternoon. Oh, weather for the weekend in these parts: showers and rain. Maybe I better search out an outlet for some good blues rock.

Power Trip

Power trip? Ever been on one? Me neither. I wouldn't know what to do if I ever found myself on one. Where would I go? Would I need a GPS? Someone once accused me of being controlling and self-centered. I almost fell on my face in laughter. My energy comes from being around good people who radiate positive vibes. If I have power, that's where it comes from. There are days when I feel drained mentally, drained physically and drained emotionally. Thank goodness those days are few and far between, and I seem to be incredibly good at bouncing back. My energy returns quickly. I stay away from energy drinks and caffeine. Catching up on sleep provides no remedy. I wait... till some small piece of my world falls back into place and things begin to rejuvenate themselves. I'm good at it. I can feel it coming back. Within hours, power's back. Lights are on!

Caught

Like this fading fall leaf caught in the clutches of bark, have you ever been caught in a game of tag, perhaps been caught stealing or in the act of doing something embarrassing? I've done these all and a few more for good measure. I grew up in a neighborhood like Mayberry that Andy Griffith and even the Beaver would have been proud of. We had our Aunt Bees, Floyd the barber, Goober, Otis the drunk, a Barney Fife and even good ol' Andy. And heck, we were all Opies. The neighborhood was just chock full of kids with a pretty equal number of girls and boys, so after dusk a game of flashlight tag or kissing hide-and-go-seek had a lot more consequences, if you know what I mean. 'Borrowing' potatoes from Mr. Bustin's garden in the middle of the night, while sleeping out in our tents, was a summer ritual that never got old. Gawwd but raw, uncooked potatoes tasted awful! What were we thinking? And yes, were caught on more than one occasion. One time I was even dragged into Mr. B's kitchen by my shirt. Kinda scary! But it didn't stop me and the gang from raiding his apple trees in broad daylight the next day. Now, the embarrassing stuff will go unmentioned at this time. Suffice to say, I got myself trapped in a few cul-de-sacs in my early teen years. I did a lot of livin' by early teen standards and more importantly, I did a lot of learnin' too. I am where I am today, because I followed what might be construed as the old trial and error system. I might add there were lots of errors involved. I know just how this leaf feels... caught in the clutches.

Theme Day: Silhouette

Today, October 1, 2012, is Theme Day across the citydailyphotoblog (CDPB) world-wide community. I read someplace that the word silhouette takes on a whole different meaning in the fashion world. I called Heidi Klum last night, and she agreed with me. I told her what I had planned, and she gave me permission to post anything I wanted for this theme, including a cute kitten. The term is also used to describe clothes of different time periods and categories. The corset of the Edwardian period spoke directly to this concept of fashion silhouette. This gal, all decked out in a riding outfit aboard her donkey(yes, you read that correctly), had no need of a corset to prop up her backside in the saddle. She did quite fine without one, thank you. Her posture was fine. So, theme day for me is a bit of a stretch for the word silhouette, but when I think fashion, I think Heidi. So, connect the dots on this one, and if you don't believe me... look it up.

ps. Sorry, I can't release Heidi's cell number on this blog. But she would back me up on this.