"My men wear English Leather or they wear nothing at all."

High Karate won't do...

It's Friday again... Good "TGIF" Morning, all bodies.

Had a great time yesterday talking to my SoCal friend. Ninety minutes sure flies by when you are having fun. But after that, I had even more fun.

In an never ending struggle to rid myself of stuff, I chanced upon a used up bottle of men's cologne. I've seen it shuffled around in the medicine cabinet behind one medication or another as if it really didn't want anyone to notice that the bottle was empty and had been for many years.

Looking for something to sketch between cups of coffee, I grabbed the ultra-hip, pseudo woodsy bottle of manliness from the top shelf and took it with me.

Just about 10:30, after finishing my sketch, I packed up my laptop, sketchbook, coffee cup and square bottle of "The Sixties" to walk out the front door, but just as I did, a voice called out my name.

"Ben, it's Tanya... Where ya going?"

"Oh wow, Tanya. What you doing so far away from Mandeville here at Giddy Up?"

Apparently, she was entertaining an artist friend, Kathie George, from Ohio and on the friend's last day, decided to check out the hill country of Folsom.

With a giggle and a smirk that only Tanya Dishler can do, she invited me to come back and I join them and as she did, she inquired about my bottle of cologne.

"What IS that?" she asked.

"It looks like a bottle of English Leather." "What ARE you doing with that old bottle," she inquired in such a sordidly curious way.

I started to show her the pen sketch I created from the bottle and to recite that promo line about getting naked, but she turned back toward the front door and headed for the barista.

I closed the sketchbook and followed her back in.

Once I was introduced to her friend Kathie, Tanya offered me a coffee or something to knosh on, but I declined. I was kinda coffee-ed out!

Eventually, we got around to talking about men and colognes and those halcyon days of peace, love and bellbottoms.

"How long have you had it and does it still smell like English Leather?" they both asked.

"I don't know. I guess so. I've never tried smelling it since it all dried up, but I guess it still does," I replied.

I then unscrewed the wooden top and took a sniff, and then, with a satisfied smile, handed it over to Tanya.

A smile appeared on her face as if, for one fleeting moment, she was reliving a romantic encounter so far away in the Sixties. As she gave me a bit of a sly look, she handed it over to Kathie and said, "Yes... that's English Leather!"

Karen giggled in agreement and handed it over to Frank Richerand for a whiff.

"Yeh, that's the smell," he said. "I used to wear English Leather before I switched to another kind."

"Me too, Frank, for the longest time," I replied and managed to get in a little dig... for fun.

"Oh man, Frank, I always thought you were a "High Karate" kind of guy!"

Frank had dropped by to chat and after Tanya and Kathie finished their lunch, planned to give the ladies the grand tour of the place including the Paddock grounds and the gallery.

I've been on that tour many times, so I dismissed myself from the get together and headed for the car with my laptop, sketchbook, coffee cup and a square, wooden topped bottle memories.

I passed by a trash can en route to the car and stopped momentarily to contemplate the fate of my fragrant youth. I don't know, maybe, I'll just keep it a little while longer.

I had been at the coffeehouse for over four hours and had a great time avoiding the realities of life with an impromptu special "Throwback Thursday", though, I was never in the position to incorporate into any conversation the familiar line...

"My men wear English Leather or they wear nothing at all!

First cup! 

"Mexican Food and Art!"

 

"Thoughts Of Elizabeth"

Dropped off some of my larger paintings after picking up one up at Armbruster Artworks and visiting Gretchen. It's always a treat to catch her in the early AM when she is not so busily preparing for another class.

This morning, she was busily preparing for another class, but took the time to spend a few minutes with me.

I dropped off four of the six paintings to the Unitarian Church Extravaganza happening this weekend. In the process of helping to hang a few of pieces, I got to spend time with a host of artists I had not seen in quite some time.

On my way back to the car, I saw Emily Keller, and invited her to join me for lunch. On my way out of the car to the Mexican restaurant, Carol called to say she was hungry. So, I invited her too.

Together, we just had a good old time yapping about every subject under the sun. I learned a bit more about the woman behind the extraordinarily peculiar interpretations she creates.

I did not know that Emily was a teacher for nineteen years or so. She doesn't look that old and worn out as one would expect having to deal with our "school board!"

Eerily familiar to what my wife experienced.

It was a great day of visiting and though I probably won't make it to the show in Lacombe today, the fun will continue tomorrow, I am sure.

One of my entries to the "HOT ART in a COOL SPACE" show is entitled, "Thoughts of Elizabeth" which is an unframed 20"x30" oil painting for sale... Come by and check it out with all the other wonderful art on display this weekend.

Second cup at Giddy Up. The first cup was earlier this morning designing a fruit salad for Therese.

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