Even Cowgirls Get The Blues when taking out the rubbish

So, I’m a Tom Robbins fan. That’s Tom , not Anthony. He completely won me over when he said, “Never hesitate to sell your cow for a handful of magic beans.” In honour of Tom’s book, Even Cowgirls Get The Blues, and in honour of the fact that I quite often get the blues and in honour of Doris Day in Calamity Jane – a childhood favourite, I went a little Wild West one week. Yee-haa! Praise The Lord and pass the ammunition! And please, please don’t forget to sing Gene Pitney’s The Man Who Shot Liberty Valens while looking through the following lunacy.

It was noon at the Victoria St Corral. The small person was looking for trouble.

It was noon at the Victoria St Corral. The small person was looking for trouble.

So, I ponied up...

So, I ponied up…

He didn't find trouble. He found magic beans.

He didn’t find trouble. He found magic beans.

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About tracyloveshistory

I have an inordinate fondness for a long time ago. I write about history and my family's place in it; clothes, shoes, war, memory, loss and whatever else takes my fancy. I wear red lipstick every second day and I dress up. A lot. Photograph by the extraordinary Ben Skinner at Arwen Garnentry.

2 responses to “Even Cowgirls Get The Blues when taking out the rubbish

  1. I love how the neighbours came to for a look 🙂

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