Bravin’ It

I was at my parents’ house in Manchester, Tenn., recently for a couple days while my mom recovered from knee surgery. The thing about being at my parents’ during Major League Baseball season is, well … baseball. My folks are enthusiastic Braves fans. ‘Nuff said? When the Braves are on TV, it’s all eyes on the screen. My sweet, antique-collector, school-board-president mom knows all the vital statistics and can reel off names and numbers that sound like a foreign language to me. Because, to tell the truth, I don’t really understand baseball. It’s not like not-understanding football — which I enjoy watching but don’t always know what I’m watching. This is more like I don’t understand why people can sit and watch sometimes almost three hours of grown men just sort of standing around with a few bursts of running and yelling at each other thrown in. And I say this with all due love and respect for those who are fans of the game. I just don’t get it. However, I am a big fan of the teddy bears my parents have, which sport Braves uniforms during the season. Now, dressing cute cuddly teddy bears in cute costumes definitely is something I can understand!

Shopping of the Day

Headed to Nashville for some shopping? Check out the Tennessean’s shopping Web site at nashvilleshopping.com to make sure you don’t waste your trip. This is a fun and useful look at deals, trends and what’s hot and what’s not in the Music City.

Wish more newspapers were as successful with print/online/real life integration. This is a perfect example of how to do it — and we readers end up with more shoes! It’s win-win!!!

Cheer of the Day

Even if we cannot agree on politics, can we all at least agree that Michael Phelps is one of the greatest athletes ever?

I thought so.

Like other former swim parents — and other parents who’ve done the rounds of 6 a.m./6 p.m. practices and all-day meets/games/matches in whatever sport their children have chosen — watching Phelps and his mom brings back tons of chlorine-soaked memories. Here’s what I wrote about that in my TimesDaily column this past Friday: http://www.timesdaily.com/article/20080815/NEWS/808150301/1004/life

Rant of the Day

Okay, here’s the thing: Why can’t I say I’m troubled about my party’s presumptive presidential nominee without being accused of racism? Look, I just am not comfortable with the guy. I don’t think Barack Obama has enough experience to lead our country, I wish he had waited four more years (didn’t he get the memo that it was Hilary Clinton’s turn?) and my reporter’s spider-sense tingles when someone is as smooth and suave as his is (see John Edwards, for instance). Now, I may be wrong, and I’m going to educate myself and do more research and may possibly change my mind. But I really get aggravated when not voting for Obama becomes a racist act. Can’t I simply not like him without race and color coming into the discussion? My being a white person doesn’t mean that I’m racist if I don’t vote for a black person. Really, it doesn’t. I feel as if I’m being pressured into voting for Obama to prove my tolerant liberal leanings. And I think that Obama himself has used this scare tactic — which further makes me question him. As always, though, I’m willing to be convinced otherwise.

Ranting over. Thanks for listening.

Exercising the mind and the body

“The Madonnas of Leningrad,” by Debra Dean, is an amazing book that combines art, history, mother-daughter relationships and the family heartbreak of Alzheimer’s. My American Association of University Women book club read it this month. It’s about a woman who is struggling with remembering the daily routine of her life but can recall in every detail her work as a guide at the State Hermitage Museum in what was then Leningrad (now back to St. Petersburg) during World War II. If you’re like me and only know a tiny bit about the 900-day German siege of Leningrad and less than that about the Hermitage, read this book and be stunned – once again — at tales of human resiliency. But there’s also a gently compelling story embedded in the history and art lessons, a story that explores the question, “Who are we if not the sum of our memories?” Dean writes deliberately yet subtly — she lets you meander around on your own until you realize the book’s done and she’s brought every seemingly unrelated plot line together elegantly and succinctly. That’s one of the best things about book clubs: Other people point out the things you missed. I love it! It enables my lazy reading — I just sort of wander through without noticing the finer details. Plus, at the AAUW meeting, a few of the women had actually visited the Hermitage. It was fascinating to learn more about this apparently unbelievable palace-turned-art-museum. Here’s the link: http://www.hermitagemuseum.org Be sure to click on the English-language option! As always after having my mind opened, I’m shocked by how much I do not know about the world. It’s embarrassing.

Part of the book and so part of our book-club discussion was about memorization. Characters in the book use a mnemonic technique to build a room and furnish it with the things they wanted to remember — “placing” the items you want to remember as you would place furniture and architectural details in an empty space. Turns out that’s an actual memorization method developed by the ancient Greeks. Fascinating! Here’s a link to an essay, http://www.philipcoppens.com/artmemory.html There’s also a book, “The Art of Memory,” by Frances A. Yates, at online booksellers. Why didn’t I know this 30 years ago when I was cramming for exams at 2 a.m.??? Why doesn’t anybody tell me these things?????

Since my middle-aged body is as equally flabby as my middle-aged mind, I try to workout every day — the sweat equivalent of reading. Today’s DVD was a new one, Ellen Barrett’s “Slim Sculpt.” Barrett is primarily a Pilates and yoga teacher who recently branched out on her own with her own studio — called, simply enough, The Studio. I have some of her earlier DVDs with Crunch, the fitness studio known for packing tons of energy into short amounts of time. Barrett’s new DVDS seem to be more of her own style — smooth and slow. But not easy. No, no, no. When I first started Pilates DVDs, I’d just zip right through them without paying much attention. But Barrett explains why holding your core still and solid is so important and why even the smallest movement — or non-movement — is so vital to getting the most out of your workout. The setting is peaceful, too. It looks like a renovated school auditorium. In fact, it reminds me of the old fellowship hall at our former church, Keith United Methodist, in Athens, Tenn. This DVD concentrates on upper body. Here’s Barrett’s Web site: http://www.ellenbarrett.com. I love her tag line — “Sweat glamorously.” If only!!!!

College Journalists

On Tuesday, my husband, John Pitts, and I led workshops at the Student Publications Boot Camp for the University of North Alabama’s student newspaper, the Flor-Ala. John did design and I did feature writing, although of course John equally could have done feature writing while design makes me throw up. (Who can handle all that stress and pressure???) Anyway, we had a great time. The world’s future is in great hands if these young people will be in charge. (Full disclosure: Older daughter, Liz, was the Flor-Ala lifestyles editor three/four years ago.) These kids are smart, engaged, enthusiatic, curious and a lot of fun — and are well on their way to making this semester of UNA student journalism a stellar one. Check it out at http://www.florala.net/home/.

On our way home, John and I wandered down Nostalgia Lane and talked about college newspapers today versus the olden days of the 1970s when we hung out in the Sidelines offices at the University of Middle Tennessee in Murfreesboro. We noted differences: typewriters v. computers, drinking/smoking v. not drinking/smoking, diversity v. not much. And in the some-things-never-change category, we both agreed that college newspapers seem to attract the same motley crew of personalities no matter where or when: The free-spirit photographers, the creative art folks, the copy editor who just wants people to get their stories in on time, the writers who are serious about their jobs and the organized and determined editor who’s going to pull it all together. Aw, youth!

Anyway, thanks to the Flor-Ala adviser, MJ Jennings, for a great day. Hope we get invited back.

Olympic Ads, or Where’s the nearest McDonald’s?

Does anybody else have this problem?

I’m watching the Olympics and not feeling hungry at all and then all of a sudden, the Southern-Style Chicken Sandwich/Biscuit ads from McDonald’s come on and all I can think about is driving to McDonald’s and getting one, which is very strange because I:  A) Don’t like McDonald’s, B) Don’t like fried/breaded chicken and C) Don’t like fried/breaded chicken sandwiches/biscuits. Yet, unaccountably, after watching the ads with the athletes digging into their yummy sandwiches/biscuits and enjoying every bite, I gotta have one. Paging Dr. Pavlov.

The need-it-now theory doesn’t work for me, however, when it comes to ads for Hummers, Boniva (you all know how I feel about Sally Field) and/or Obama and/or McCain.

Objects in Packaging May Appear Larger than They Really Are

I know that the package of this Olay Total Effects 7-in-1 Anti-Aging Booster Night Firming Cream clearly states that the product is 1.7 ounces

What you buy...

What you buy...

 and that clearly the total package would obviously hold more than 1.7 ounces and so clearly the actual container of the actual product is going to be smaller than the packaging, but still I wasn’t prepared for the difference in sizes:

... and what you get.

... and what you get.

I think that the name of this product is actually bigger than the container. Maybe that’s to show that this cream is so good at shrinking wrinkles that it shrinks itself, too!

Shopping for late summer/early fall

The air’s a little cooler, the shops are a little fuller, the clothes are a little cuter … what’s a girl to do but add to her wardrobe?

And if you’re my husband, stop reading right now. There’s nothing here for you to see. Nothing at all.

Is he gone? Okay – here’s the report on some early fall shopping I did around the Shoals in the last couple days.

A comfy knit Lily dress in cool fall colors.

A comfy knit Lily dress in cool fall colors.

First, a new boutique called Lynda’s Loft is open on Woodward Avenue in Muscle Shoals, Mondays-Saturdays from 9:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. (4 p.m. on Saturdays). It’s owned by two friends named Lynda/Linda and has been open a week or so — and most of Muscle Shoals has gone to visit. You’ll find Kenzie separates, Lily dresses (like the one I bought, pictured left), embellished T-shirts and It jeans (which are about $75) as well as Alabama/Auburn wear, chunky bead jewelry, handbags and a line of bath and skin products. 

A cute coffee-themed long-sleeved T-shirt and cardigan. Who could resist? Not me!

A cute coffee-themed long-sleeved T-shirt and cardigan. Who could resist? Not me!

Prices were moderate — not scary at all. I especially liked that there were neutral basics of skirts, linen jackets and white button-down blouses — perfect for mixing-and-matching a stylish coordinated work wardrobe.

 

Then, today I went to Audie Mescal in Tuscumbia. Leslie Cassady, the owner of this upscale yet affordable boutique, does such a super job of finding creative and wearable pieces — and she knows how to put them together.

Three tops for early fall.

Three tops for early fall.

She sells Kenzie, Velvet and other fun lines as well as jewelry, shoes and under pieces (I just can’t say “underwear” in public!) I bought three versatile tops that will perk up my work-at-home wardrobe of jeans but I can still wear them with nicer skirts and pants for church and dressing up. The Velvet green with navy-gray embroidery is a thick knit that will also be great for next spring with white pants. The Kenzie black T-shirt with a big button at the neckline looks tres sophisticated with a simple five-year-old knit black skirt I’ve got. (I threw that “five-year-old” part in in case my husband’s still reading — See how frugal I am, dear???) And I can’t wait to wear the Ivy Jane silky scarf-print top with jeans — it seems very French to me, although all I know about France is they smoke a lot there and don’t like Americans. I also bought an adorable dip-dyed brown puffed-sleeve Kenzie dress with neckline embellishment.

I love this Kenzie dress!

I love this Kenzie dress!

When I first tried it on, I put it in the “no” pile since it was a little short. But I loved it, and Leslie suggested pairing it with opaque tights and a lightweight long-sleeved T-shirt for fall. Bingo! Thanks, Leslie, for helping me spend my money! I don’t know why this style dress as well as the pullover Lily I got at Lynda’s works for me — usually non-stick-skinny women like me need more structure in dresses, such as those with higher waists that sort of skim over my ample bottom half. But sometimes loosely-shaped styles fit well and disguise lumps and bumps, so I hit the jackpot here with these two. It works that way sometimes — I’ve got a couple of knit black pullover dresses with ruching along the waists that do a great job of hiding trouble spots, although on hangers they don’t look as if they’d be flattering at all. Bottom line (sorry for the pun): Always try on. You never know what will work.

Eat Peaches!

Run, don’t walk, to Jack-O-Lantern Market, on the TVA reservation in Muscle Shoals, on Thursday (4-7 p.m.and 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. on Saturdays) to buy some of the most delicious peaches ever. No telling how long these peaches will be available, so do not delay.

Charity Belle Peaches from Jack-O-Lantern Farms

Charity Belle Peaches from Jack-O-Lantern Farms

Steve and Connie Carpenter grow hydroponic vegetables in the former TVA greenhouses there and sell their veggies along with incredibly fresh produce from other local growers. Saturday, I bought some Charity Belle white peaches there — the best peaches I’ve ever eaten. They are big, juicy and sweet with a delicate peachy flavor that will remind you of summer evenings on front porches sipping tall glasses of sweet tea with fresh mint you just picked from the back yard. The Carpents also had Indian and O’Henry peaches on Saturday morning. Not sure what they’ll have this week, but go find out. And while you’re there, pick up some cheese from the most upscale inventory in the Shoals. You’ll find creamy and tangy goat cheese, fresh mozzarella and my new favorite, nutty Flagship from Beecher’s in Seattle. Check the Web site, http://www.jackolanternfarm.com/, for the complete list of what’s in stock every week. Why do we need a Fresh Market when we’ve got the Carpenters here???? (Well, OK, I still want a Fresh Market — or at least a Publix — but nothing can beat buying local food from local folks.) And here’s complete disclosure: The Carpenters are great friends of mine and even gave me a free orange Jack-O-Lantern Farms T-shirt, but that in no way influences my unbiased recommendations. I cannot be bought, although a free sample taste of cheese every once in awhile doesn’t hurt!

I spent most of last week babysitting grandson Nolan and helping daughter Liz in Huntsville while she recovered from a nasty case of mastitis — made her feel as if she had the flu. The sacrifices grandmothers make!

"I can almost reach it ... almost got it ... can't wait to eat a giant fuzzy carrot ..."

"I can almost reach it ... almost got it ... can't wait to eat a giant fuzzy carrot ..."

At 4 1/2 months, Nolan’s rolling over, reaching for what he wants (glasses, hair, etc.) and putting everything in his mouth (glasses, hair, etc.). As always, I remain amazed at what caring and skilled parents Liz and Jason are. I so wish I’d had a fraction of their confidence when I was a new mom.