Handbags, Books...Whatever

Handbags, Books...Whatever is the blogsite of Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction. http://vickibatman.blogspot.com.

Avid Jazzerciser. Handbag lover. Mahjohngg player. Yoga practicioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Funny writer.

April 23, 2014

@VickiBatman ~ What flits and flutters

What flits and flutters tell us

Butterflies are quite enjoyable to watch. They fly and land. Play and fight. Eat and rest. Utterly beautiful.

Recently, on my travels, Handsome and I went to a tropical butterfly conservatory. Most of them were from Malaysia which has the most species of butterflies, 1,180. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_butterflies_of_Peninsular_Malaysia/

A few pictures of the ones I could take:

But why post about butterflies, VB?

This is one of those circumstances where you tell people about something wonderful you saw and to do so, you must use descriptive words. For example, the blue one when folding his wings, shutters away the blue. I see beiges and browns making him look like a moth. Open, I see the black veining, the incredible opalescent blue.

Before I snapped the shot, he played with another butterfly. They flew at each other and dove and darted like two fighting kites. Yet, I felt they were just dancing. Joy filled me as I watched their interaction. He came to rest on the Norfolk pine (a brilliant green with stubby needles) like he was panting. I longed to stroke him and take in his velvet. But couldn't. The docent said touching them removes their version of skin cells.

I also observed a large beige male moth. This guy stayed in a cocoon for 360 days and after hatching, only lived for 4 or 5 more. He does emerge at the large size. His antenna were fatter than the butterfly's slender ones. He rested on a feeding dish, not moving, rarely closing his wings. Knowing he would pass soon made hurt and sadness move in my chest.  

Many years ago, Handsome went to Malaysia for a speaking engagement. He brought back this:

Sometimes, description is about the details. It's about using the right words to paint a picture for the reader. Do you notice the tiny things or the big picture?

April 21, 2014

@VickiBatman ~#handbag Monday: #vintage Margaret Smith for Easter


~#handbag Monday~
Hi! Vicki here on #handbag Monday instead of a guest from the past few weeks.
You know I am a big fan of vintage Margaret Smith handbags. This beauty showed on eBay a few weeks ago and yep, had to have it.  

Isn't the color gorgeous? And I love the flap with the closure and the different matching handles. In fact, I wanted to carry it to a wedding reception; however, I decided the dress was too formal and went with another selection. Then Easter rolled around and I thought perfect, but no. Easter plans changed too. Sigh.
Here's the biggest surprise: the bag was less than $20.00.
What's the lowest price you've paid for a bag (free doesn't count)?
Poinsettia handbag: Week 8
I took a week off from needlepoint when traveling and caught up with another love: reading. Back to work and here's what's up with the Poinsettia handbag.

You will notice on the side panel, I'm still filling in black. I had to use a different dye lot and the color is a bit different. I am pretty sure I am the only one who notices and when the bag is fabricated, no will notice at all.

April 18, 2014

@Vicki Batman ~ #Movie Maniac: an old western, The Ox-Bow Incident

Handsome and I were watching/reading...something and this movie was mentioned because of the ethics involved. Handsome was intrigued and not long after, it aired on TCM. Was I glad I watched it.

The premise is three innocent men are wrongly hanged for the murder of a rancher.

Think about that--three innocent men. And a posse out for blood. Some of them have doubts and are over-ruled. All will live with their decision.

"The Ox-Bow Incident" is a 1943 American western film directed by William A. Wellman and starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, Mary Beth Hughes, Anthony Quinn, William Eythe, Harry Morgan (Col. Potter from M*A*S*H*" and Jane Darwell (Ma Jobe from "Grapes of Wrath"). It was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Picture. In 1998, the film was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant."

April 17, 2014

#PlottingPrincesses @VickiBatman - A Laugh a Minute

Laugh a Minute

You may have noticed my tagline: Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction.

I never thought of myself as being funny until a friend said something. I was like me? Really? I'd always appreciated books with humor.  And when another friend pressed in my arms #4 Janet Evanovich, I sighed with contentment after I read it, thinking someone who wrote what I liked to read. Naturally, I gobbled all of them up.

When I began writing, I noticed funny words crept in my work. And so did creepy witty dialogue. And I played havoc with internal dialogue. And found smiley faces in the edits.

After several of my short fictions were published in the True magazines, I let my girlfriends read them and watched and listened for their reactions. I saw smiles, snorts, giggles, ha's, etc. I knew then I'd done my job and done it right.

Finding a good funny word doesn't usually come through on my first draft. I have to work it-work it-work it. And when I go back later on and read what is there and it makes me smile--even after multiple thousands a gazillion passes—then I know all was done correctly.

So here's a treat from my funny romantic suspense/mystery, Temporarily Employed (coming soon!). My heroine Hattie, another sassy gal, is eyeing a guy with suspicion after he asks her out to dinner:

No frisking and no arrests were—so far, in my book—a good thing. Knowing he was Sarah Anne’s older brother, I found eliminating him from the stalker, murderer, and rapist categories easy. The something in the truck line sounded similar to approaches used in past dating experiences. For instance:

“Want to come up and look at my etchings?”

Translated: A roll in the hay.

Or the ever popular “Would you like to meet Mr. Lizard?”

Translated: Mr. Wiggly Worm.

“How about coming to my place for a drink?”

Translated: To ply me with multiple drinks and the requisite roll in the hay.

I hadn’t fallen for those then and wouldn’t be a sucker now.

He stuck his hands on his hips. “I know what you’re thinking. I’m not a stalker, murderer, or rapist." 

Apparently, he could read minds. "Just a minute." I closed the door enough to release the chain, then opened it. “Why can’t you just tell me whatever it is?”

“No. I want to show you—-”

“Not a Picasso?” I asked.


“Not an iguana?”

A perplexed expression crossed his face. “A what?”

“Not your pet worm?”

“What pet worm?”


“Look, I don’t know what you’re thinking. The only worms I know about are for fishing."


*I have to add that I was once asked to "come up and see my hamster"—lolol.

How did I do?  Do you like to read funny books?