potato salad

I was 17 when I got my first job. I worked in a sandwich shop called Tidbits in my hometown of Jacksonville, Florida. The owner there makes what is generally known by all who eat it to be the best potato salad in the world. I made some last night to go with barbecued pork. I cannot share the recipe. It's top secret. I promised many years ago to not give away Clara's secret and I intend to keep that promise.

Instead, here is a picture of some darling little napkin holders with birds on them that I got at my church's May Fair for $1. What a bargain, huh? I love them. That is my living room in the back there. It must have been a hot day when I took this picture since the drapes are closed. They are insulated drapes and keep the hot and cold out. Well worth the money in an old house with old windows.


I bought this precious silhouette on Ebay a couple of months ago. It is dated 1931 and signed by an artist whose name I cannot make out. I love it, too. I love her delicate little eyelashes and the way the hairs at the nape of her neck curl just so.

Speaking of curls, I am scheduled for a much needed hair cut tomorrow morning. My plan is to go to the farmer's market before the hair cut since both are in town. Not too long ago, I realized that I indeed live in the country because I told my husband that I was going into town. Anyway, I have curly hair that tends to get that very dated Drew Barrymore in the 80's look when it gets too long. I can't have that. I generally get the Caprica 6 (from Battlestar Galactica) haircut. Unfortunately, I do not have the Caprica 6 body. Oh well.

Speaking of Battlestar Galactica, I must say that I am totally hooked on that show. I don't watch a lot of tv. I don't mean that in that "I'm better than people who do watch TV" kind of way. We all have our hobbies that relax us and I do not think that mine are any better than anyone else's. It's just that there isn't much for me to watch on tv. Not much that is appealing at all. I watch baseball but I can do things with my hands or clean house while watching baseball. Regardless, I am a little peeved that the powers that be behind Battlestar Galactica have decided to split up the final season. Therefore, I must wait until February of 2009 to find out the fate that awaits these characters. Boo.

Ok, enough random ramblings. Happy Friday!