Today’s bangles: Elsa Peretti X from my dad, red Indian rhinestone bangles from Goodwill, brass and black bangle, strange stretchy metal bracelet, Swarovski crystals now for sale on Chairish.com, tortoise shell bangle.
You know that first day back from vacation where your to do list is 12 main items long plus many small sub items? That’s where I’m at today. Bet you are too, right? I wrote butter, double underline, on the top of my list because we are so short of everything. Already crossed off are: post office, photo lab drop off, doggies to the vet, and email shrink to confirm today’s appointment. It is 10:43 a.m. I’m less than a quarter of the way thru my list, still no butter
What’s on your list? Tell me so I can feel better about mine… Or feel ‘butter’ about mine. Hahahhahha.
Today’s bracelets: two copper cuffs from Goodwill, silver XO’s by Elsa Peretti.
The rain cloud bursts and business stops. STOPS. In case people have forgotten, today is Hanukkah and there’s only 8 shopping days until Christmas. Why then, when I am in retail, is there a moment of peace and quiet? And yet, it’s kind of nice…
The thing with retail and the holidays, for those who have never worked retail, is that a mania takes hold of your body and possesses you. I feel constantly wired/on during December. Completely manic. I wish I had thought to tally all the “hi there” that I say in a single working day. “Hi there, yes yes,” crazy lady laugh “you finding everything all right?” That’s me. I drink more during the holidays for no reason but to unravel at the end of the work day.
Bet you guys are wondering what’s going on with my uterus, aren’t you??? Oh, you’re not? Well nothing is going on. No hormones or anything right now for which I am super thankful. Can you imagine retail mania + hormone hysteria? What an awful combo. Going forward now I will be starting another round of IVF in January and we have a follow up appointment with the adoption agency. My vote is adoption, my honey’s is IVF. I’ll take whichever way gives us a potato sized human being. Large potato, I guess, or Butternut Squash sized.
Are any of you, my readers, adopted or have adopted a child? Any of you from mixed race families, as in parents are one race and kids are another? Do you have any insight about your experience you’d be comfortable sharing? I’d love to know so many things.
So today’s bangles are: a trio of rhinestone Goodwill bangles, and my Elsa Peretti X from my dad.
Good news, everyone! Not only did the lonely little pumpkin reappear on its stoop (maybe it was brought inside instead of stolen- phew), my pumpkin friend is still there AND a new pumpkin with stickers joined the two of them. It’s a bat pumpkin. This makes me super happy. It’s ridiculous. I clearly no longer have any control over my emotions.
For example, my husband and I were driving to the supermarket the other day and I brought up the saying “first is the worst, second is the best, third is the blue bird sitting in the nest” (alternate ending is “third is the man with the hairy hairy chest”)… He had never heard this before! Granted, he grew up all over the place but not here, where I did. So I figure this must be a regional saying.
I know for a fact Ro Sham Bo is SF regional, but that’s a game not a saying. Rock, paper, scissors is what everybody else calls it.
But then I wondered about other kid rhymes. “No cuts, no butts, no coconuts”? Nope. I asked what he said to the kids who cut in line, and he didn’t offer much by way of explanation.
I didn’t even bother with the girl oriented ones like “Cinderella, dressed in yella, went downstairs to kiss her fella, by mistake she kissed a snake, how many doctors did it take?” I can pretty much guarantee my honey did not double dutch.
Just now I thought of “trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat”, he’s got to know that one, right? I’m texting him STAT.
BREAKING UPDATE: he knows the trick or treat one!
Today’s bangles are my Elsa Peretti X, a skinny white Calèche, a skinny pink Calèche, and the skinny white Grand Apparat.
What did you say as a kid? Do you recognize any of mine?
Are you guys sick of my little knot bracelet yet? I’m knot!! *hysterical laughter* How about those rhinestone coasters, eh? I was waiting at my massage therapist for my appointment and they have some seriously snazzy coasters. The magpie in me forced me to seize the sparkly opportunity.
On the serious tho, my massage therapist is the best. Because of my accident I’ve got some recurring pain, and even with all my RXs for various pills, I’ve found the best treatment is Amy at Therapeia Massage. But that is not why I was there at Therapeia today. I figure massage therapy is so effective at pain management that it’s got to help my body become more hospitable for my upcoming IVF. So I’ve prescribed myself a regular regimen of massages. There are worse things in life 😸 Post massage I’m enjoying my day off practicing my best imitation of being a noodle. 🍝🍜
It’s not often that I encounter other Margarets out in the world. Or Margarets who only ever go by Margaret, not Maggie, or Meg or any of the other nicknames that I can not abide. When I do, they are usually part of AARP set. Which suits me fine because I tend to share a lot of common interests with the ladies of that age: needlepoint, soup, knitting, dollhouses, early bedtime. Using outdated phrases like razzmatazz, and shenanigans.
But today the other Margaret I spoke with divulged her special interest- bangles!! She apparently owns a big collection. And I thought “Woh!” because I was very impressed by this chic lady. I wish I had asked to take a picture of her wrist but I was too shy. So you get more of the same, my wrist. Plus my hand with some notes on it, maybe even including the word hand.
Today’s bangles are the posthumous birthday gift bangle from my dad, the Elsa Peretti vine cuff also from my dad, and my brand new knot cuff.
Do you guys remember my Today’s Bangles post titled Solid Gold Lumberjack? Well, I went ahead and engraved my dad’s watch and I picked it up the other day. What do you think?
I remember so clearly rubbing that glass bump on the face of the watch while my dad wore it. And the calluses on his palm, this weird wart that grew under his ring finger (that he had removed eventually), and his nicely trimmed nails. Now I have just his Rolex. So I’m wearing it, the Elsa Peretti X, and the Mexican cuff. All gifts from him.
Second and more pressing issue: How to Get Away with Murder! So great, right? I watched the pilot while on the treadmill this morning. Just the timber of Viola Davis’s voice when she says her criminal law class is also known as “how to get away with murder”… Woh! So awesome. I’m very much looking forward to a new favorite tv show. The pilot did a great job of setting up both the season plot arch as well as telling the in episode storyline. Did anybody else see the episode? Did you like it too?
Today’s solitary lonesome bangle: Japanese black lacquer by Elsa Peretti from my mom that is so large, I can almost never wear it because no jacket sleeve fits over the darn thing. But it’s muggy today and no jacket is necessary. Online they call it a doughnut. Ha!
Below are the matching Japanese lacquer earrings and my so tired face and Bevel glasses. My favorite optometrist Lyndi at Acuity Vision sometimes hosts eyewear trunk shows that offer great discounts. P.S. This weather is doing my hair no favors.