It's a Major Award!!!

I am honoured to have been given the Stylish Blogger Award from my dear friend Sonnia over at a ladybug's life !  Thank you so much my friend!

To accept the award, you have to do the following:

1.  Thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.
2.  Share 7 things about yourself.
3.  Award 10-15 blogs who you think deserve this award.
4.  Contact these bloggers and let them know about the award.

If I didn't choose your blog, it doesn't mean I don't like you or your blog, but I had to look at those who post regularly.

STYLISH BLOG AWARDS, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

I first have to start with my Vincent Vixens.  We've become a close knit bunch of core Vincent fans, not only the blog administrators, but all the regulars who comment daily.  Each blog is unique, witty, informative, creative and sometimes just downright bawdy.  

The Valentine Cat
VINNIE VIDI VICI
The Velocity of Vincent
Blue Velvet Vincent
Life & Vincent

Next I have my fave art bloggers.  The first two are photo blogs, the first of the Mt. Hood/Gresham, Oregon area and the other of Victoria, BC.  Said & Done is artist and actress Angela Cartwright's blog.  You will know her as "Penny" from the TV show "Lost in Space", and "Brigitta" from "The Sound of Music".  She is a gifted artist.  I've featured Silkie Sue's whimsical home made vintage-design stuffed animals.  And last but not least, my Facebook friend Rachel's beading blog, Seraphim Jewelry Designs.

Hood Photo Blog
Victoria Daily Photo
Said & Done
Silkie Sue
Seraphim Jewelry Designs

These next blogs are just good, clean fun and a lot of laughs.  All are well written by a great bunch of bloggers.  Hyperbole and a Half and Cake Wrecks are extremely funny.  Lady Axe writes about some pretty wild ghost stories and experiences she and her kids have had in South Africa.  

Petit Fleur
Sugar Mag's Random Thoughts
Spookstories
Hyperbole and a Half
Cake Wrecks
Daisy's Dead Air
Make Gentle the Life of the World

So Seven Things about me.  Hmm....

1.  The shortest job I ever worked was less than 2 days.  In college, my parents covered my tuition for which I am eternally grateful, but I had to have enough money to cover my expenses during the year.  It was not an option to just call my folks and request a cash infusion to my account.  During my junior year at Emerson in Boston, I found a job in the Want Ads, that had flexible hours to accommodate my class schedule and which was down Beacon Street a bit from where my dorm was, so I went in and applied.  It was for an answering service.  I was hired that day and trained for a couple hours.  This was early 1985, so it was still one of those old fashioned switchboards with the wires and pluggy things.  I had my doubts, but went back the following day for a longer shift.  It was in-fucking-sane.  By the time I left, after dark, I had a splitting migraine.  I never went back, except to pick up my check for the one and a half days' work.

2.  I have 3 milkcrates full of 60's, 70's and 80's vinyl 45s, in preparation for the vintage Wurlitzer Bubbler Jukebox that I desperately want to buy.  I will not settle for anything less than a jukebox that plays 45s.  

3.  My first fave rock song was "Little Willy" by Sweet.

4.  I'm extremely low maintenance in that I don't wear makeup, I don't get mani/pedis, I hate facials. I have 1 pairs of  rain shoes, 1 pair of walking shoes/sneakers, 2 pairs of moccasins, work boots and hiking boots. I hate clothes shopping & I hate paying retail for them.  I hate wearing dresses and skirts. I couldn't care less if my underware matches and I wear my grundies till they are ragged.   I have never required (or asked, begged, cajoled...) that any of my boyfriends purchase expensive or diamond jewelry for me.  The diamond jewelry 'guilt trip' commercials that air at the holidays, Valentines Day and in 'wedding season' send me into orbit with their 'DIAMONDS! Give her the gift she REALLY wants!" ads. IMHO, I think that spending the alleged 'two months' salary' standard to be gross, conspicious consumerism.  I'd much prefer a modest ring that cost a couple hundred dollars, and have the rest of said 'two months' salary' be put towards the future.  That's not to say that I judge anyone who DOES like expensive, nice jewelry/engagements rings/wedding bands, it's just not for me.  I also can't see spending oodles of money on a wedding.  Again, that money would be better served going towards a future together, or at least a kick-ass honeymoon rather than a big, giant one-day party.  It's why I eloped with Brian.  I couldn't face being the center of a Big Fat Italian Wedding.

5.  I've been obsessed and fascinated by Canada for as long as I can remember.  There was a Canadian tourism commercial that ran on the Boston TV stations in the early to mid 70's and I loved the music/jingle, and the slogan was "Come on up!"  My father's sister, Aunt Stella, came to visit us from London, England in 1969, when she was moving to Ontario, Canada. I remember begging my dad to go on vacation to Nova Scotia, but he said it looked just like Cape Cod so it wasn't worth the long drive to see what we saw every day.  My parents took me to Niagara Falls in the fall of 1975, then the Edmund Fitzgerald sank in Lake Superior a month later. I used to pour over maps of Canada and was fascinated by the explorers who visited those northern lands.  

6.  And speaking of maps, I love to look at them.  I love road atlases and maps of all kinds.  I can sit and look at them for hours.  I've actually wasted hours on Google's maps, zooming around Victoria on the street view feature.  I can check out all my fave haunts from the sidewalk, without leaving the comfort of my home.

7.  I don't drink because I am allergic to alcohol.  When I drink, my sinuses swell shut, my face gets all hot and red, a rash breaks out along my jawline, my heart starts fluttering and I feel blood pulsing in my hands and feet.  Plus alcohol seems to go straight to my bladder so I'm in the bathroom every 10-20 minutes.  It's just so not worth it.  Just as well, I never cared much for drinking anyway.