Showing posts with label south Florida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label south Florida. Show all posts

Friday, April 24, 2015

SAVE WATER; DRINK CHAMPAGNE WITH DOGS


From The Right-Side...

There are signs everywhere, you just have to look at them. In my case I assembled them to do a crummy, yet sincere, video for this blog. Friday means it is time to bring random. Randomly.
The sign says it, but bring your own bubbly.


In honor of Earth Day, and the current water crisis situation in California...I discovered a rather splendid solution. 

Save Water, Drink Champagne...my new mantra! Why not? At the very least gold lettering on canvas is quite cool.



Eat, Drink, Beach and bring champagne.

Eat, Drink and Beach says my little tray/sign. In So-Flo, that is fairly simple. However, which restaurant, which cocktail and which beach is enough to give one the vapors. Goodness!


Our mutt (she's not, but it's fun to call her that), is already bored hanging out with me, and Friday is only a few hours old. The expressive face of a Cavalier says everything, and I accept the realness of it.

VOGUE!

Okay, it's ROUGE!

A bored face belongs on the cover of a faux-magazine, so here ya go. Moronic reality 'stars' are constantly splashed all over random rags, but my dog does it better. She brings her own fur, has not done a sex tape like Krappy Kimidiot, and has dignity and grace when she pees on the grassy knoll. You know I mean? I thought so.

Later this evening, I shall have my fingers wrapped around a chilled  flute, non-faux champagne bubbling, and my bored Cavi by my side. Cheers!

Gotta dash...

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

HOT PINK BOOTS ARE NOT FOR WORK

From The Right-Side...

Here I go, with more British and South Florida prattle.

But, when I spied a stylish lady rocking these hot pink work-type boots (the model is a sweet person, we will just refer to her as W), I immediately thought of the United Kingdom.
Taking the boots for a cocktail..

Why?

Well, Wellies, of course.

The UK has their way, and we in South Florida have our way. But, on either side of the pond, we know how to pull off wearing rubber boots.

Back in the day, the first Duke of Wellington wore this style and it became the rage for hunting (I do not approve), gardening and other outdoor what-have-you. Thus, the Wellington boot was born.
These Wellies are made for walking and hunting.


Wellies is only one nickname of many. But, my favorite is Topboots. It just sounds like some  farmer named Freddie Astaireington would tromp around or pirouette in the garden.

Most of the Wellies I have seen are in dark, earth tones. Guess they are easier to keep looking good, so that makes sense.
Work boots, So-Flo style.

But, if one wears hot pink boots of any sort, it should be for drinking gourmet coffee or exotic cocktails, not for hunting or any sort of work.

Actually, wearing hot pink work boots in the land of alligators and the flamingo means ditching them and heading your bare feet to one of the gorgeous Atlantic beaches.

Gotta dash...