Category Archives: Olloclip
Three Days – The Last Is Not Always The Best
While remembering all of the fun that I had on Day One, including a thrilling two-color nail stamp…
On the third day, I got sick.
I’m not sure if it was an errant germ from my Wednesday (Day T-1) excursion to the casino
Wheeee! Penny machine winnings!
or the ancient dust from that desk but I started sneezing at the end of Day Two.
After a night of barely any sleep – one stretch of “AWAKE” had me up from 2:30am until 4:30am – and a tissue count of over 24*, I’d decided that I wasn’t going to attempt to head back to Dad’s, for another dust-filled day.
I bugged out of the hotel and high-tailed it home, never stopping at the usual “Last Starbucks before the NY bridges” or picking up anything for dinner.
Wes was thrilled to see me
I know he was just keeping himself warm but I can pretend he missed me.
But his response to “Can’t you make me some chicken soup?” was not a surprise.
So I cleared up my car
Sometimes even tissues can be pretty...look, but don't touch 'em
and that brings us full circle to
It's always been you, Joe.
*I’m very surprised that no one complained about the “fog horn” of my all-night-long, constant nose blowing.
Three Days – Day Two
And so continues the saga…
I forgot to include one of yesterday’s stops – and it was a really important one!
Cooooookies!
A visit to The Bakery, in Commack. I bought so much stuff that I had to leave some of it in my car, because I knew I’d just have to take it back out when I left.
Up and out, with a quick trip to Targhay (Target, for those not familiar with the fancy name) for essentials.
When staying in a hotel that’s clean and not creepy but not four star, one of the essentials is having your own tissues. If you’re one of those people that never needs tissues – unheard of – or someone that likes blowing your nose or wiping your eyes with sandpaper, then you’re good to go.
Kleenex box thru a fisheye lens
Popped over to Dad’s, “suited up”
Ain't she purty?
and set to work.
Here’s the before and after, which took me approximately 3.5 hours to clear. (Rox – look away!)
I had already removed a huge box of papers, before snapping the picture.
This is a beautiful typewriter desk that my Dad made for my Mom. The large door at the top swings and there’s a sliding platform inside.
I’m amazed at all of the pieces that my Dad made. I was living there when he made them but still, it breaks my heart that most of them will have to go somewhere other than my house or my brother’s.
With Mom’s words of “Check everything” echoing in my head, I only managed to clear out those little drawers along the top. I’d say that 95% went into the garbage – tons of dog pedigrees, recipes cut from the newspaper, etc. – but there were a few things for me to hang on to.
See ya, tomorrow, for the stunning conclusion!
Who's that gal, wearing the "Mom made this" top? I think there were bell bottom pants, to match!
Three Days – Day One
Since I’m laying around the house in (one of) my favorite hoodies
It's an oldie but a goodie (hoodie). Hah!
I thought I’d do an update on the last few days. I’m splitting them up because, in my minimum brain space, I can’t take in too much in one post. Of course, I love to comment on every little thing and then feel like I’m babbling…kind of like right now.
So…
I made the trek out to Dad’s, figuring I’d get a good two days worth of cleaning done.
The first day – travel day – is always earmarked for banking, dropping papers at the lawyers, soaking in the areas that I miss. A quick trip to the mall and I hit the Apple store to get an Olloclip for my phone – OMG, if you like taking pictures with your iPhone4, you NEED one of these*!! I also found out that there’s a Starbucks in the mall – SWOON! – and the scent of coffee had me floating in. Lately, when I’m out there by myself, I drink tea and don’t bother getting my daily mocha. I’m so glad I went because I haven’t had a mocha that good in a loooong time. Once again, I pondered how a drink with specific measurements can come out so different, so many times.
I grabbed some dinner at Boston Market (yeah, I always take stuff back to the hotel), which is directly across the street from the bowling alley where Mom & Dad played in 3 leagues.
After lugging everything into the hotel, I settled in and played a bit with the Konad Stamping Nail Art kit, which I bought about two months ago. For someone that hardly every polishes her nails, I LOVE nail polish and had a blast with this.
I did a really crappy polish job, before I left home, figuring it would get ruined with the cleaning.
Photo taken with macro Olloclip lens
The funny thing is that my nails are so tiny that some of the stamps are too big and I was able to stamp two nails, with one design. I played around and used four of the designs. People say you need to practice with it but I didn’t have any trouble – the small nails could be why. My only problem was I forgot to bring polish remover, so I couldn’t clean the design plates to re-use them. This is pretty addicting!
To Be Continued…
*Just some extra Olloclip pix. I adore these.
The teeny "blow hole" on the lid of my cup. Macro lens. Looks like gold, doesn't it?
Macro lens view of pocket change
