Marcheline's fabulous day off

Yesterday was a day off for me, and I was feeling liberated and particularly saucy. I donned my orange Fluevogs and my fedora, consulted my magic weather vane, and headed due east.



I found a comfy bench that invited me to sit and relax the day away, but I politely declined.



I met a friendly fencepost, but instead of stopping I just smiled and sang "Don't Fence Me In" as I walked by.



I saw a beautiful, wintry chapel cheerfully raising its hand so as to be seen above the treetops. I waved right back and kept on walking.



I nearly tripped over this very important boulder, bearing a plaque in honor of a very important invention. I think boulders may be second only to ball bearings on the list of things that impede walking. I stopped long enough to take this picture, and then resumed my journey.

I greeted several still-festive houses, understandably reluctant to hang up their Yule ball gowns:








I found a magical place where the sun shines up from under the water instead of down from the sky:



I discovered evidence that some people really do respect nature:



And then there was the nursery rhyme:

This is the church...

This is the steeple...
Open the door, and see...

Rosemary's baby?!?!

Ah, well - one should always remain alert when rubbing shoulders with nursery rhymes. They have a tendency to be a bit on the rebellious side.

Back in December when my mother was up for a visit, she gave me some birthday money. As always, she told me not to do anything practical with it, but instead requested that I get myself something that I really wanted, something frivolous and fun and completely unnecessary.

Happily, this year I was able to do just that. I pointed my bright orange oxfords towards my favorite antique shop, hoping against hope that the items I had been longing for were still there.

And...

They were!