Later on there is a meeting here at the Park, and I have my milking to do, and costume sawing for the 4th of July Parade, too, perhaps. And here I was thinking people came to the country to relax. What a silly notion. So anyways, no real substance still available here, only clatter of keyboards, and pounding of rawhide mallets, and pictures of things I wear.
Today's selection, by the by, is more raggedy than most, due to the fact that the boots are held together by shoe goo and inertia alone, and the dress is an old ladies nightie, so fragile that it tears every time I wear it. Lucky it came with a matching bed jacket that I used to patch it up with.
Lucky, too that my hair covers up the patch and the accompanying laundry number. I matched the raggedy shoes and dress to this neat patchwork jacket that Heather gifted me with. Love it.
So that this blog doesn't turn into a total "what Milla does all day"-extravaganza, I do have a new brainier feature in mind, so tune in tomorrow for Book Report, a (hopefully) bi-weekly book(s) recommendation of yours truly. What? You guys asked for it.
Oh and in one last piece of (great) news: I just bought tickets to see Bonnie Prince Billy in August! Two years ago I went with my friend (and singer-songwriter) Kanerva, who'd never really heard Will Oldham, and we were both blown away by the amazing live performance. The encore song was a cover of an R. Kelly number for crying out loud! The man is a magician.
Not to mention the young star of one of my all time favorite movies. Ever.
I couldn't find any other clips featuring him, what with the weird subtitles, but seriously, watch this movie and then watch Harlan County USA. They're both damn fine films and relate closely to each other.
That's all folks! I did manage to sneak in some culture after all. Thank goodness.