Seriously, Ralph Lauren? Also Chairs, and A Good Son

It's Saturday morning.
Outside, the grass cutting guys are cutting our soaking wet grass, which is never a good idea.
We are philosophical about this now; these guys show up every week, 
so the occasional bad haircut is something we just live with.

Inside, I've got hot coffee and my computer.

You can find some great stuff on the Internet.

This is not one of those stuffs:

What is going on here?

Why is this man wearing the madras blazer that his grandmother 

bought him as a "good boy" present when he got his braces off?

Who thinks this is a good look?

Look at the model's face.  Clearly he is in pain, emotionally and physically.

Blazer as corset.  Not A Good Thing.  In fact, pretty much just plain silly.

And the rich wonder why we laugh at them . . . .

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And that, ladies and germs, is the end of my rant.

I will not embark on my rant regarding too-small men's suits with too-short tight pants,

and other atrocities. Why do grown people try to look like 8-year olds in a growth spurt?

You're welcome.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . . .

after 5 years in this house, Howard and I have decided it's time to actually have

matching chairs at the old oak table in our conservatory.  Yes, matching.  I know!

The table, 2010, in the Fall.
3 of those chairs match, but we gave them away.

I don't want chairs that match the table, just one another.  They can't be pricey.

They can't be big, because a big chair won't push under the table.

I'd have to be in passionate plight-my-troth love with a big chair to choose it.

And I want them to be casual, in keeping with a sunroom feel.

Okay. . . some contenders,

all from Pottery Barn, Pier One, and ... umm ... someplace else.

 We know what's going to happen here, don't we?

I'll check out these babies in person, and think, Hey!

I bet I can find something on Craigslist that I like just as well!

Because when was the last time I bought new furniture?

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Mother's Day is tomorrow!

Anne has plans for me, which include some cooking and some puttering

in the garden.  Bliss.  It's just the two of us this weekend.

Hubby Howard is in Florida, because that's where his Mama is!

Howard and his mother Irene, at Alida
and Josh's wedding June 2011.

Irene, or Bobi as we all call her, is a remarkable lady.

I admire her tremendously; she's one of the bravest people I know.

Plus, she raised one heck of a son.

Who would never squeeze into a blazer that was 4 sizes too small.

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And now, just because it's pretty,

an old table setting on the round oak table:

And there you have it; a Saturday morning post,

full of pretty much nothing.  Just as Saturdays should be!

Enjoy the weekend!  -- Cass