Betty Duffy: Having a Ball

Friday, November 13, 2009

Having a Ball

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La robe rose

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Les gants blancs

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Le Cigarette

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l'étranger noir

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Commence-le-party

20 comments:

Betty Beguiles said...: There are no words to describe just how amazing this post is...; November 13, 2009 at 3:02 PM
Rebekka said...: Fantastic!; November 13, 2009 at 3:03 PM
jenX said...: omg. you're gorgeous. that room looks painfully familiar.; November 13, 2009 at 4:25 PM
mrsdarwin said...: Ou sont les perles et les talons hauts?; November 13, 2009 at 4:56 PM
Betty Duffy said...: Les talons hauts sont dans le réduit, mais oui. Ma fille casse mes perles. Cela me rend triste.; November 13, 2009 at 5:27 PM
mrsdarwin said...: Oh, tant pis! C'est le destin de tout ma bijoux. Nous justemente ne pouvons pas avoir des choses bien.; November 13, 2009 at 5:42 PM
Darwin said...: Very classy with the still-somewhat-anonymous head-turned photo.

Every female blogger on this thread right now wants to be you. (Doesn't have the same ring, does it...); November 13, 2009 at 5:45 PM
Melanie B said...: Bonsoir, etranger noir, allons dancer.

J'aime la robe rose!

Les perles... c'est dommage.; November 13, 2009 at 5:47 PM
Betty Duffy said...: May not have the same ring, Darwin, but probably more accurate because I have a new Oreck.; November 13, 2009 at 10:09 PM
Anonymous said...: A wise philosopher once said that it's not your Oreck, it's what you do with it.; November 13, 2009 at 10:24 PM
Sally Thomas said...: Oui, j'aime aussi la robe rose.

Et l'etranger. Chez moi, il y a un etranger bleu. Ce n'est pas le meme chose, pas du tout. Il ne danse pas.

Le mot du jour de securite: dogra. C'est moi, je pense, et mon etranger court et bleu . . .; November 14, 2009 at 11:11 AM
Sally Thomas said...: Tr: My stranger short and blue of Sears, he makes not the boogie comme l'Oreck.

Utilisez le mot "cabilist" (le mot de securite maintenent) cinq fois en conversation.

1. Je ne suis pas cabiliste.
2. Je ne connais pas un cabilist.
3. Qu'est-ce que c'est un cabilist?
4.?
5.?; November 14, 2009 at 1:23 PM
Jamie said...: Oh, this post made me laugh!

Chez moi, l'étranger est jaune et gris, et je l'adore. Les pois sur le plancher, et les feuille tombées, il les mange comme les bon-bons.

(Pardon any fractures in the French, please; it's been a long time.); November 14, 2009 at 1:33 PM
Pentimento said...: Sally, this time I thought you were quoting Apollinaire.

Betty, the dress rocks. Or, more accurately, you rock it.; November 14, 2009 at 4:06 PM
Betty Duffy said...: Many thanks for the kind words. The only thing more exciting than ball gowns seems to be vaccuum cleaners.

Anon, you may tell your wise philosopher that I prefer to think not what I should do with my Oreck, but rather, what should my Oreck do for me. With such lengthy attachments, the Oreck can reach places where no man has been before, like my ceiling fan.; November 15, 2009 at 1:46 PM
Otepoti said...: Your drudgery is divine.

"A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine,
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws
Makes that, and the action, fine."; November 15, 2009 at 2:12 PM
TheSeeker said...: Gorgeous! And what a fun post--very you. I love it :-); November 16, 2009 at 10:26 AM
mrsdarwin said...: I hope you will take it as a compliment when I say that I keep coming back to this post, not to look at the lovely dress or the gloves, but the leather arm chair. It makes the photos.; November 17, 2009 at 10:16 AM
Betty Duffy said...: Oh... the chair...
My husband's chair, purchased when he gave up tobacco early in our marriage. We calculated how much he spent a year on Skoal, an astronomical amount, because he chewed perpetually, even while asleep occasionally, then put the amount towards his special place to sit. I love leather when it ages. And it washes up easily and won't tear. Our first couch was in tatters within a couple years--kids walked all over the back cusions, and it smelled like pee. Replaced it last year with leather-hurrah.; November 17, 2009 at 2:36 PM
Anonymous said...: i really only blog-stalk before family events to get caught up but this one has me laughing out loud.

;); November 18, 2009 at 12:59 PM

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