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Salma Hayek in Gucci

Janelle Monáe in Thom Browne

Doja Cat wearing Oscar de la Renta

Sora Choi in Thom Browne.

Gisele Bündchen in a 2007 Chanel dress.

HSN Jennifer Lopez in Ralph Lauren

HSN Serena Williams, revealing her baby bump and wearing Gucci, with husband Alexis Ohanian.

Anne Hathaway in Atelier Versace.

Nicole Kidman

The first Monday in May is officially over! The 2023 Met Gala red carpet has officially closed at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. This year, the annual affair celebrated the exhibition “Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty.” The gala honored the legacy of Lagerfeld—the late designer who helmed fashion houses such as Chanel, Fendi, and his own eponymous line—and raised funds for The Met’s Costume Institute.

Just as important as the exhibition, of course, is the star-studded red carpet spectacle that took place as guests made their way up the famous Met steps. After all, the Met Gala—often dubbed the “Super Bowl of fashion”—has created some of the most memorable (and viral) celebrity red carpet looks from the past decade. This year, the A-list attendees were asked to dress “in honor of Karl”—meaning we saw some custom ensembles that paid homage to Lagerfeld’s design signatures, including his Chanel tweeds and his own black-and-white uniform.

This year’s official Met Gala co-hosts were all be present, including Penélope Cruz, Michaela Coel, Roger Federer, Dua Lipa, and Vogue’s Anna Wintour. The rest of the guest list—a mix of top actors, singers, athletes, models, and artists—turned up in style

Rihanna and A$AP Rocky in Valentino, Bvlgari and Belperron Jewelry

@sheba2011

Good evening in Oz. I think we broke a record today, high of 43, former record was 47 for May 2nd.🥶 We will be in the mid to upper 70’s with sunshine by the weekend, yay! I did see the report about the dust storm. I just finished a book a month ago called The Four Winds where there were dust storms that took out entire farms, crops and people. Scary you know what….

Thank you for being Mrs. Doolittle, warms my heart.💗 My husband does not want critters, and we have so many, on his manicured lawn. Right now any food will attract the raccoons which tear up the yard. I did see the groundhog that lives under our shed for the first time since winter.

Most of the teams I like have won.🏒 I will enjoy the hockey game with whatever you choose to drop down my chimney!🍹🤗💖

@sheba2011

I love hearing about the cats. In some instances, cats are easier to take care of instead of dogs. However, I do not like outdoor cats because of diseases they can pick up from others, such as cat IV, viruses, etc.. And you are correct, each one has different personalities. Felix was a tuxedo cat who was quite shy among strangers. He was gentle and inquisitive. Would play with rodents, but never brought them home or killed them. He was always waiting for me in the driveway when I came home and would venture outside one last time after a full stomach. He was prompt for bedtime by 11 pm and wanted to cuddle every night. He left to go outdoors when I went to work, or with hubby if he was first. On the other hand, I had a tiger kitty that came to me as a stray. He was my talker and used to say hello, how are you and I luv you. At least the inflection was correct. I could never get him use to a litter box. All four legs would spread out. When I found him or rather when he found us, he already had Feline HIV. I thought I would have to put him down, but was told he could live a long life as long as he didn’t get sick. Again, he would go out when we left for work and be waiting for us on our return. He was our flower on the deck in Cape Cod because he loved sleeping in our pots. He liked to travel, but hated stop signs and traffic lights. He would scream at the top of his lungs as if to say “keep moving.” Time and again we tried to explain why we were sitting, but it went in one ear and out the other. He became friends with Ziggy our next door neighbor’s cat who was about the same age and also a tiger. Unlike Felix, Mensch would leave things at the door. I wasn’t thrilled.

Now for another update. I have an appointment on the 16th to go over the end of care at the Rehab. I have spoken to the Head Nurse and we are in agreement that he needs to have a visiting nurse and a Home Health Aide. I have a feeling that the Home Health Aide won’t last too long because hubby likes to get out and shop as much as me, maybe more. But, the decision will be made as we go through the process at home. He is in a rush to return North, but he will not be doing the driving. This time he will be a passenger and probably a back seat driver. However, we will not be leaving any time soon. That will be with the doctors. The orthopedist will have the last say. I venture a guess that he will return North but will only be able to stay a short time. I am at this time, trying to prevent any surgery unless it is absolutely needed. I found out this morning that the surgery that is scheduled tomorrow does not require anesthesia, so I will be at rehab much earlier and will stay most of the day. I will be stopping at Lowes today and also the UPS store. Unfortunately, one of Heidi’s necklaces came with a stone inside the box. A return is on it’s way. Depending upon what time surgery is tomorrow, will depend upon me stopping at the Dollar and a Quarter Store and the Farmer’s Market. They have a great two day sale and with the new electric Ninja grill, a yummy dinner. Have a great afternoon and evening. I’m off to a shower and then out the door. Dinner at the Rehab is usually Ok Monday through Wednesday. The rest of the week, not so hot. As I explained to hubby, that should be the least of our problems.

Tuesday Afternoon
Song by The Moody Blues

Tuesday afternoon
I’m just beginning to see
Now I’m on my way
It doesn’t matter to me
Chasing the clouds away
Something calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh
I’m looking at myself reflections of my mind
It’s just the kind of day to leave myself behind
So gently swaying through the fairyland of love
If you’ll just come with me you’ll see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon
Tuesday afternoon
Tuesday afternoon
I’m just beginning to see
Now I’m on my way
It doesn’t matter to me
Chasing the clouds away
Something calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh

Pushing Buttons

When somebody continues to open our old wounds on purpose, they must be told that their behavior is no longer welcome.

We’ve all had our buttons pushed to the point where we feel we can’t take it any more, and chances are, we’ve all pushed somebody else’s buttons, with or without knowing it. The button pusher may not be conscious of what they’re doing, but in the end the buttons belong to us, and we are the ones who must deal with what comes up. The more we take responsibility for our own feelings and reactions, the less tender these buttons will be.

We’ve all had the experience of having someone snap at us, seemingly out of nowhere. This happens when we unconsciously push a button in someone else we didn’t even know was there. This can happen with a complete stranger and sometimes with a person we’ve known and been close to for years. We ourselves may have a relationship with someone whose buttons we secretly like to push. Buttons are just soft spots that have been touched one too many times, and they symbolize some pain that needs to be acknowledged and healed. This may be a wound from childhood, or some recent trauma, that we haven’t adequately tended. Whatever the case, when our buttons get pushed, the person who most needs our attention and caring is us, and blaming the button pusher only distracts us from finding a true resolution to our suffering.

At the same time, if someone continually opens our wounds so that they never have time to heal, we are well within our rights to set a boundary with that person. Compulsive button pushers, who seem to find pleasure or satisfaction in hurting us, are not welcome in our personal space. In the end, knowing where our buttons are enables us to do the work necessary to heal. Freedom comes when we deal with the pain behind the button, thus disconnecting our automatic reaction to being pushed. AMEN! ✨✨