Oink, Oink (Ok, this is about Pig Tails)

If you have dark hair and excessive gray roots, I don't recommend wearing pig-tails.  I'm not someone who thinks pig-tails are only for 7-year olds; I think older gals can pull it off and look very cute/sporty.  But, if you're sporting a lot of gray, and you have put the tails in haphazardly (as the woman I saw on the bus yesterday had) then it looks terrible.  She had bangs too, which was just another place on her head to show off her roots.  The purple puffy coat and pink converse just added to the entire ensemble, a definite 'no'.

Animal Hats - Roar

On my way home today (on the bus), I noticed a gentleman waiting at one of the stops.  Nothing terribly distinctive about him that I can recall except for the animal hat.
You've seen these hats I'm sure particularly on toddlers and some teens.  I think it's becoming a little overdone since I see so many little kids wearing them on a daily basis at the zoo.  But I can't accept adults wearing them.  This guy's hat even had a tail, so you could see him coming or going.  Yuk.

I Keep Thinking I've Posted This...

Because I have told so many people about it:

On the bus.
Older, silver-haired man, in his late 50's, early 60's.
White tee shirt.
Black leather vest.
Black slacks.
Vibram 5-finger shoes.

When I am Old I will not Wear Purple...but I will Wear a Pink Pith Helmet

I really wish I'd been able to take a photo of that gal I saw this morning at the coffee shop down the street from work, because words really can't do justice to it.

Need I say more?

Tips I Pick up from Fellow Bus-riders

The conversations you overhear on a bus are pretty varied.  People tend to talk really loudly when they're riding Metro and so you can't help but listen in as they pass on the wisdom they've accumulated.  This could probably be an entire blog...Eavesdropping on the Bus...I may consider it.  The other day I was on the #5 travelling along Greenwood/Phinney and was sitting behind 3 riders who were all sitting in separate seats, and then were turned towards each other as they conversed (picture knees, legs, feet in the aisles).  The topic was where the best food banks were located, and what kinds of products they each offered.   My ears perked up, because this isn't something I would necessarily be looking for in one of my millions of Google searches.  And I think it's the kind of thing that you really need that 'word of mouth' reference to find out about.  I felt lucky; lucky that I don't have to use the services of a food bank, and also lucky that I had the opportunity to listen in on their advice, because you never know what the future will hold.  One of the gentlemen was already diving in to his supplies, eating Fage yogurt (one of my favorites, and expensive as hell) with his fingers (which was a little disturbing to watch).  The gal (who had a fabulous leather coat on, long duster-style with a patchwork/hobo design, definitely vintage, blue and red thread in the stitching, I almost complimented her on it but held back) was finishing up some doughnuts (which I was a little jealous of since I'm on a fairly strict no carb/no sugar eating plan right now).  OK, now back to my description of how they were seated...legs, knees, feet in the aisles.  If you ride the bus, you've probably encountered this, riders talking to each other across the aisles, so you have to kind of scooch your way around them.   Here's what I thought was interesting, though: one of the guys in front, as a rider was exiting and had to scooch around him, said out loud: "Can't you say 'excuse me'?"  Now, I would think that it's up to the folks who are spread out in the aisle to excuse themselves and get out of the way...but not, apparently from their perspective.
I still wish I'd commented on that woman's coat....

Again with the Slippers???

I can remember being mortified as a teenager when I would go to the grocery store with my Dad and notice once we were already there that he was wearing slippers.  "Dad, why didn't you change into shoes?  This is sooooo embarassing," I would wail.  He would just shrug his shoulders and respond with "What's the big deal, Jennifer?  At least these look like shoes....sort of...".  Looking back, he was right, his slippers did pretty much look like shoes, and they were hard-soled, so fairly appropriate for walking out of the house.  The slippers I see people walking around in now?  Not so much appropriate.  They are fuzzy, often-times in the shapes of animals, and definitely don't have hard soles (which just seems gross, especially in this town where it's so often damp).  Now this trend often goes hand in hand with the people who are also apparently just wearing their pajama bottoms out and about (see previous posts) but I've also witnessed this phenomena where people are wearing a fairly typical outfit and then have topped it off with slippers.  Don't get me wrong, I like to wear slippers, they're very comfy and snuggly...when you are at home!  Out in public?  That seems very strange to me, particularly when you think that most of them don't have soles so I would think they would become very uncomfortable after a fairly short amount of time.  Oh well, I'm sure there's more to come in the world of slipper-wear...perhaps stiletto slippers?  Or hiking boot slippers?
And Happy Father's Day, Dad...I miss you every day.

Springtime,and the Weather is not Fine

I think I have finally succumbed to the crappy weather blues.  As a native of Seattle, I thought I was immune, but I think it's taking hold.  I am tired of carrying an umbrella everyday, I am tired of seeing people in rubber boots (even though some of them are very stylish and I know I for one am getting new rain boots next year!).  I was hoping that that few days here and there that we have had of really nice weather would shake me out of it (and riding my bike to work does help, I feel like I'm really getting a chance to experience and enjoy the nice weather when I'm on my bike), but I just feel blah.  Someone on the bus this morning had moccasins on; I hope she isn't somehow, inadvertently, doing a rain-dance in them as she walks to the bus in the morning.  Is there a dance for good weather?  The Hustle?  The Samba?  The Twist?