Blue Lemon, Purple Turtle, Green Pig Pub and Eatery, Purple Pig Pizza – does that make you want to eat there? Perhaps, a curious visit but the names are easy to remember because of the color. What do you think?
We had our little party yesterday to celebrate the Prince of Wales and his new bride Catherine. Visited the proper stick your nose up in the air London Market and now right next door is a quaint dainty little English Tea Cafe. They are the only two British eating places in all of Salt Lake City. There are plenty of Italian delis, Greek take-out and hundreds of Mexican eateries. The rest are all American with the exception of a couple of Japanese and a lot more oh so so Chinese Restaurants but we have no German or Polish or Russian. There is one exception if it is still open, to the north in a small community called Farmington is a fancy schmancy German restaurant. I think that there is probably a Farmington in every state of the US – is that as bad as No Name, Colorado?
I’m wrong, I just googled and found three German eateries in SLC. There is another unusual name of a place in Park City that is Loco Lizard. You need to know that if it is in Park City, it is beyond High End.
A colorful Mini Cooper
I took my camera but forgot the battery so this was from my daughter’s Ipod – not the best quality photos.
The Saturday before Easter we went to a small park and did the Easter egg hunt with my grandchildren. There was an Easter Bunny there – how fun! Everyone got to take a photo of the Easter Bunny with the kids. Not only did they find eggs and got a packet of candy for the egg but they also had egg-shaped cookies which the kids got to frost themselves. It was the first thing that they ate.
They also got a sugar egg decorated with frosting which had a peep hole in it and inside the egg was a little yellow duck. Later when we got home, my grandson took the wrapping off his sugar egg and then he put it in my china hutch so that it would not get broken – for safe keeping.
We took these photos at Bryce Canyon; one of the natural wonders in southern Utah. It is a sight to see – the colors just pop at you with our ultra blue sky. In fact, it is really difficult to get the real color on a photo – the colors of the rocks are so much more vivid.
Below are views of Zion National Park in the narrows:
Off to swim lessons!
I have this 30-year old soft as a bunny cotton shirt. Once it was a pale blue shirt with delicate deep blue and white flowers sprinkled here and there and one-inch squares of navy blue with tulips inside scattered among the multi shades of blue flowers. I must say that it has the ugliest buttons that were ever made. Half of the buttons have brown design that spikes toward the middle of the button like small volcanos before they erupt while the other side is opaque.
My daughter is mystified as to why I still keep this old worn-out shirt but it is so soft and cuddly that I use it to sleep in when the weather is too warm in the house but cool enough that I want sleeves to keep my arms warm. The heavier materials that have long sleeves for PJs are too warm so I hang onto this bedraggled ancient shirt. Basically, I am the only one who ever sees it so I can darn well wear what I want to when I sleep! Just think, it has its own vents!
Photos of my latest Swarovski flower earrings are below:
This flower earring has a dark red cut-rose bead in the center and a clear Swarovski bead on the end of the flower which is the end that hangs.
I have never heard the word “chesticles”. Has anyone else? It must be a British thing from Len Goodman on Dancing with the Stars. He can be quite funny at times and other times embarrassing – poor Cheryl, he leered at her and said she was showing the Rocky Mountains – she immediately covered her chest.
I heard another new word last night on the tely – crumblets. Who is making up these words anyway? Is there a person whose job it is to sit and make up words?
I should make up a word or two. I think I did as a teenager but now adays, who cares.
From my trip to Chicago last year:
I take a bath every Saturday whether I need it or not!
That was my grandfather and two of his sisters, taken in the early 1900s. His siblings used to say that they had an even dozen. They didn’t have a room for each child but had one large bed; six slept at the top of the bed and six slept from the bottom of the bed and he said often “it was more than once that I woke up with a toe in my mouth”.
Blessed be our Savior who died for us and was resurrected and lives today; Happy Easter to all.
Life isn’t given us all of a piece;
It’s more like a patchwork quilt
Each hour and minute a patch to fit in
To the pattern that’s being built.
With some patches bright – and some patches dark,
And some that seem ever so dull –
But if we were given to set some apart,
We’d hardly know which to cull.
For it takes the dark patches to set off the light,
And the dull to show up the gay –
And, somehow, the pattern just wouldn’t be right
If we took any part away
No, life isn’t given us all of a piece,
But in patches of hours to use,
That each might work out his own pattern of life
To whatever design he might choose.