I hope everyone had a nice holiday. We spent the day relaxing and playing games. I did some laundry because I just couldn't help myself. I am my mother's daughter.
I didn't do any real boxing day shopping, but I did stop by the supermarket and Walgreens. I bought Danny a 1/2 price nutcracker with bagpipes and a kilt. He can stay out until Burns Night. I've named him Haggis. I also found a half-priced set of Jean Nate bath splash and body lotion. I know. But at 5 bucks, I can have my bit of nostalgia and then give it to one of the teenagers on the street. My sister wore that stuff-in quantity. It might be OK in smaller amounts and a well-ventilated space. They had a Halston set for the same price, which sort of made me sad. I remember when it was a pricey scent, not the sort of thing you bought in a gift box at Walgreen's.
That's better. Look at that smirk.
I recall these sweaters being around and thinking they were somewhat cheeky. I remember a monkey with his arm down the neckline, and perhaps a bear, but when I saw the giraffe I knew it was coming home with me. At .99 cents it was hardly a big investment. It is a bit stretched out from the years, but still a fun thing to have in a vintage wardrobe.
Tissavel 1970's faux fur and suede coat-Goodwill
Jones New York skirt-Goodwill
1970's (possibly 60's) Cyn-Less pullover with giraffes-Thrift World
1970's Taiwan-made acrylic cardigan-Goodwill
Knit hat-Fibre Arts Show
Hand-Sewn (not by me) carpet bag-Thrift World
Coppery earrings-K Mart
1960's Niello brooch-Hand-Me-Ups
Fragrance-Lentheric 12 (lovely, now I must seek out a larger bottle)
We have tons of leftover paella, so I bought lettuce and tortillas and that will be tonight's version-sort of like a fish burrito. We're slowly making a dent in the cheese (I get weird about not having enough cheese at Christmas, and then I go crazy and buy a pound of Quickes aged cheddar only to discover it is SO strong I can't eat it). Cheese is nice with horseradish, but the cheese ought not taste of horseradish-at least not unintentionally. I already made my New Year's potted cheese with mace and Port, so I can't hide it in there. I guess there's a try-before-you-buy lesson. I have high hopes for the potted cheese. Every New Years, I attempt to re-create the potted cheese one of my dad's customers sent home at the holidays-for me. Not my sister, not my mother, that crockery filled with crumbly bits of Wisconsin-made heaven you had to pry loose with a knife had MY name on it. I was polite, and always chatted with the owners when I was riding along on the route with my dad-and they remembered me for it at Christmas. See kids? Behave nicely, and there might be a crock of King of Clubs come Christmastime. Anyway, every year I try to recreate the potted cheese and get really close. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking-but you're wrong. it wasn't just cheese...it was cheese with my name on the gift tag! Anyway, like the Cubs fans like to say, "This is gonna be the year!" Good to have goals, right?
Speaking of New Year's Eve...
I was at the supermarket picking out sparkling grape juice with Danny. It is non-alcoholic, and comes in a variety of flavours. Some fellow, about my age sees me telling Danny to just pick one, and thinking it was real champagne gives me the harshest glare any stranger has ever given me. I'm telling you the truth when I say it took EVERYTHING in me not to chase him down the aisle yelling, "Do you know where the candy cigarettes are?!?"
And now I'll just snuggle up in the lovely cashmere slipper socks Mr. ETB bought me (Thanks, honey!) with a cup of cocoa, and wait for the snow to begin. They said it would start around 5 PM. It is 4:28. That's plenty of time to get comfortable.
Hope you have a lovely (and warm, if you're in the Northern hemisphere) weekend.