Roll Another One / Enrolla Uno Más

My only excuse is that I was 19 years old in 1973 and most likely stoned when I dressed for my cousin’s wedding.

Mi única excusa es que tenía 19 años en 1973 y lo más probable es que estaba drogado cuando me vestí para la boda de mi prima.

Mumy Style / Moda Mumy

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On my wanderings through Málaga’s old town, I passed a shop window that looked like a Fuengirola fashion scene… on steroids. OK, it was a lot classier than what the tourists usually parade through our streets and, once I stepped inside the shop, I was so tempted to treat myself to a shirt, or three. But I restrained myself, since I’ve already got a closet full of shirts.

The fabrics reminded me of blogger Urspo from Arizona who, just for fun, makes flawless shirts — called Spo Shirts — from unusual fabrics. I even got to wear Spo’s “traveling shirt” on the streets of Sevilla (click here to see that) for charity. Urspo Arizona, meet Mumy Málaga.

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En mis paseos por el casco antiguo de Málaga, pasé por un escaparate que parecía una escena de la moda de Fuengirola … con esteroides. Bueno, era mucho más elegante que lo que los turistas usualmente desfilan por nuestras calles y, una vez que entré en la tienda, tuve la tentación de regalarme una camisa, o tres. Pero me contuve, ya que ya tengo un armario lleno de camisas.

Las telas me recordaron al bloguero Urspo de Arizona, que, solo por diversión, hace camisas impecables, llamadas camisas Spo, con telas inusuales. Incluso pude usar la “camisa de viaje” de Spo en las calles de Sevilla (haz clic aquí para ver eso) por caridad. Urspo Arizona, conoce a Mumy Málaga.

I just might have to go back. What do you think? / Tal vez tenga que volver. ¿Qué piensas?

A Day Before The Night Before / Un Día Antes De La Noche Antes

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I’m not in my nightshirt nor is Ma in her cap (OK, San Geraldo is in his), but I thought I’d go into Christmas with one final Fuengirola fashion florish. These photos were taken today, the day before the night before Christmas, around the neighborhood.

No estoy en mi camisa de dormir ni tengo mamá en su gorra (bueno, San Geraldo está en la suya), pero pensé que iría a la Navidad con una última prenda de la moda de Fuengirola. Estas fotos se hicieron hoy, el día antes de Nochebuena, en nuestro barrio.

My scarf is a statement on its own, and look how I combined it today (covered in public by a black jacket). / La bufanda es una declaración en sí misma, y mira cómo la combiné hoy (cubierta en público por una chaqueta negra).
And San Geraldo in his cap. Well, come on, It was a chilly 17C (63F). / Y San Geraldo en su gorra. Bueno, vamos, hacía un frío 17C (63F).
It looks to me like the man was trying to keep his distance. Look at that curled lip! / Me parece que el hombre estaba tratando de mantener su distancia. ¡Mira ese labio rizado!

A Short Post / Una Entrada Corta

JUST A “SHORT” post today. All is well with my eye, I think. And, unlike this guy, my legs match.

SOLO UNA ENTRADA “corta” hoy. Todo está bien con el ojo, creo. Y, a diferencia de este hombre, mis piernas coinciden.

Grandpa Sam’s Pants

My maternal grandfather was, I’m told, quite dashing in his youth. Tall, blond, with smokey gray eyes. It was said he dressed well, too.

I was scanning old photos and came across two from my grandparents’ 66th wedding anniversary party in 1982.

For the event, which my mother hosted, I flew down from Boston and sculpted chopped liver into the number “66.” At the time, I thought it was hideous and somewhat obscene. After seeing the photo, I haven’t changed my opinion. (Click the images for full servings.)

The other photo from that day is of my grandparents. My grandfather died just after their next anniversary, at the age of 93 (more or less). And my grandmother followed exactly a year later.

I have no idea who did my grandfather’s shopping, but his anniversary outfit looks like something out of … well, out of the pages of this blog.

He did, however, make the peak lapel look so swell…