Fridaaaaay!… Look This Way 6

Soup’s On!

Okay. It was on earlier this week. And for that I am eternally grateful. It means we’ve got dinner!

Leeks, onions, carrots, potatoes, split peas, ham, broth on the hob. All the goodness. It’s going to simmer away for a couple of hours and be a lovely green with little bits of carrot and potato and ham floating around in it. This could be a vegetarian dish, unless you live with a meat-eater like I do. Grunt. Just sayin’.

I can go either way.

In Other News ~

The fencers are here. That means I’m in street clothes, and I dragged a brush through my hair. I might’ve washed my face and made a swipe across the eyelashes with the mascara wand, too.

Okay! Burt’s Bees Tinted Lip Oil was involved. I’ve been wearing it all summer, and now I’m collecting all the colors. Has anyone else tried it? Go ahead. Google it. You know you want to.

What are your weekend plans? I’m unsure, but I do know that it will involve being outdoors and out of Burbville.

Here be Friday.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…

Elen

Note: Burt’s Bees has no idea I’m over here talking about them. We’ve never met. I have their product. They have my money. The end.

Fridaaaaay!… Look This Way 4

On the Water!

It’s cold and rainy… a typical autumn day.

The pumpkin wreaths and seasonal decor got hauled from the basement.

And it’s a chili and cornbread supper kind of day.

A favorite blogger reminded me this morning that Canadian Thanksgiving is 9 days away.

Crikey!

So. We’ll look this way. One last time.

The diggers came yesterday and did an amazing job. G-Man took lots of pics, several of which will be posted here next week.

I ran away. Left the premises. Opted for a hair day. The last pedi of the season, because who cares during boot season. We’re rockin’ OPI’s I Knead Sourdough. It’s kind of a plumy brown. Then there was the eyebrow threading and tinting. I stayed away as long as I could, man!

9 days until Canadian Thanksgiving.

I think I’ll hop a train with a hip flask in my pocket and stare out the window.

Yeah. Save a turkey. Ride the train.

Here be Friday.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…

Elen