Farmer's Market Date

Good Thursday morning!

I've added a few more pics to the Gallery for the "A Day in the Life... of ME!" segment. I'm changing the name of the blog to A Mundane Life. I had no idea until I saw it in picture form how simple my life had actually become. And the sad part is I really, really like it that way. A lot.

RANDOMNESS - During my legal secretary days, clothes were a top priority. I loved to shop, and since my hey-day as a legal secretary took place in the 1980s, most of my clothing had HUGE shoulder pads, HUGE belts, every color imaginable matching pumps (even yellow and green), etc., etc. It goes without saying my hair was HUGE, too.

Clothing malfunctions were not unusual. Runs in hose... broken heels from stepping on grates or cracks... too full skirts flying over your head on a windy day... wandering giant shoulder pads which took most of the day to locate.

However, my worst faux pas (or one of them) occurred in a hallway waiting for an elevator.

I was all alone in the hallway. It was totally and completely deserted. I was delivering files to a client, and as always, it was URGENT. I didn't have time to go to the restroom to "adjust" things, so I looked around once more, and in the privacy of that very quiet hallway I put the files and my purse on the floor, reached up the side of my skirt and discreetly pulled my blouse down on each side so it would be smooth and properly tucked.

Before you judge me, remember this was a time when slips, pantyhose AND giant granny panties were not just acceptable attire. They were REQUIRED attire. I was more than decently covered, believe me.

I had successfully pulled my blouse down neatly on one side, and I had just started pulling it down on the opposite side when the office door behind me burst open!

Now, if I had been a calm person, I would have simply smoothed my skirt down, picked up my files and purse and walked onto the elevator. No one would have ever known what I had been doing.

But, I wasn't calm back then. In fact, I was fairly jumpy. So when MY attorney burst through the office doors, and I screamed in his face (and he screamed because, of course, he wasn't expecting me to be adjusting my blouse and skirt in a main hallway of a busy office building), I took the defensive.

"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU MEAN SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT?" I demanded.

"I'm just going down the hall. What were you doing?" He was laughing now.

"I was making myself presentable. Everything is always so URGENT, I don't have time to go to the restroom and re-tuck... and stuff." I indignantly replied. "I don't appreciate you scaring me like that either."

And then, with my HUGE hair covered head held high, I walked onto the elevator, delivered the files and contemplated turning in my notice via telephone. I did NOT want to go back to the office.

Thankfully, he didn't say anything until the end of the day when he stopped by my cubicle to tell me he and the partners had declared the hallway in front of the elevators a "No Slip Showing Zone."

And that, my friends, was the last time I ever wore anything "tucked in." In case you're wondering, I'm solely responsible for the long tunic movement that began in the early 1990s. You can thank me later.

Blog Linkage - Okay. For all of you crafty people out there, I have some Easter goodness listed below. And for all of you who enjoy a sweet story about a growing family, I have that, too!

1. Go to eighteen25 under My Blog List, and scroll down until you come to the post entitled "You Gotta See This" dated April 1. They have several Easter ideas, but the one that caught my eye was Bunny Nails. What a cute way to decorate your little girl's nails for Easter. (I may do mine, too.)

2. Since you are already reading eighteen25, stay there. Scroll up to the post entitled "Pickle Jar Project" dated April 4. Once again, too cute for words and it looks very easy. Festive and simple. Love it.

3. Go to www.andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com to read about this sweet family and their new addition, Elsa. They adopted Elsa from Ethiopia and she has been with them for a few days now. It is fun to watch their family grow literally overnight, and with THREE boys and TWO girls, they are going to be having a lot of fun and a lot of adventures. It's a good thing this mom looks like she has a ton of energy. She's going to need it!

Farmer's Market Date

Back in the day... Once upon a time... A few years ago, I participated in a Food Co-Op. There were several women involved, and once a week, one of us would go the Finley Avenue Farmer's Market early in the morning and buy fresh vegetables and fruit for the group, divide it up and set it outside for the other women to pick up sometime during the day.

I love the Farmer's Market. Especially in the fall when the pumpkins come in!

But I was reading about this place, and it seems like it has a little more going on, and it might make a very good date. Read on!

Visit our region's farming families at the Pepper Place Saturday Market. They grow vegetables and flowers, bake breads and cookies, cakes and pies, tend the bees and drive into the Lakeview District of Birmingham to sell the fruits of their labor.

In addition to farmers, bakers and beekeepers, you can enjoy local musicians on two stages while sipping a fresh cup of coffee or enjoying a light breakfast. There is a cooking demonstration at 9:00 a.m. every Saturday morning by Birmingham's finest chefs.

The Pepper Place Saturday Market season begins April 16 and ends December 17, 2011.

For more information, visit their website at www.pepperplacemarket.com. They are located at 2829 2nd Avenue South in Birmingham, and their phone number is 205-802-2100.

Whether you go with a child or a spouse, this sounds like something fun to try. In fact, I think Mikie and I may go in a couple of weeks, and I'll report back to you.

Have a tremendous Thursday. I hope you have a VERY productive day. I'll be back tomorrow to finish off the week with Weekend Happenings, Randomness and a couple more pics.

Take care, and I'll talk to you in the morning.

Sincerely,

The Enchanting Belinda