Mini-vacation yesterday: brunch, antiquing in Old Town Orange, latish lunch at the Blue Frog cafe & bakery, then a run out to Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve wetlands to cool off, up the coast around Palos Verdes just after sunset, In-n-Out burgers by the north runway at LAX and so home. This is my antiquing find of the day. I've always wanted a canvas milliner's head to trim hats on.
I added the bow - iridescent sheer green with purple borders, salvaged with delight from a Trader Joe's box of chocolates last winter. The hat is one I made a while back, from a vintage Harris Tweed sportcoat. The moths have been at it; I am debating embroidering over the holes vs. scrapping it and starting over. It was made in a rush and is rather lumpy about the brim.
I bought my Mythcon membership today; I'll be there for at least a day (it's close enough to commute easily). It's Mythcon 40, I attended Mythcon I, it's right here in town, how could I not attend?
So in passing at work the other day someone mentioned Más Sabe el Diablo (a forthcoming novela on Telemundo) and its translation The Devil Knows Better, and I hit myself in the metaphorical forehead and said "savvy must come from sabe!" A little quick googling proved my hunch right, except savvy comes into pidgin from Portugese rather than Spanish.
Which is really apropos of nothing, but speaking of pidgins, like many couples (oh I hope) Glen and I have this oddball dialect we sometimes speak to each other and the cat, full of puns and Poohisms and weird wordplay, and it has occurred to me that it is like lolcatspeak in many ways. I wonder if there is a natural tendency of English speakers to play with language in that particular way. All I know is that this morning, without conciously thinking about it, I asked if Glen was finished with the teakettle with the words "I can haz kettle?" and it seemed the most natural thing in the world.