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.
If you’ve been following my blog for more than a month you probably already know two things about me.
1. I love to write about The Walking Dead and 2. I like to list all the times I’ve written about TWD.
BOOM. Here I answered Dora & Cee’s TWD questionnaire
Here I found TWD jewelry for Dora
Here is about the Talking Dead
Here is the lame fan merch sold on AMC
And finally here, the Sex Ed Fail blog that started it all.
But what you all don’t know? Before TWD, there was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And you know what? It’s still just as good as back in college when I eagerly anticipated each Tuesday night’s new episode. I love it. And I’m rewatching it right now.
Which leads me to my deep Buffy question of the hour.
What’s the Buffy team’s deal with the name William and its derivatives anyways? They’ve got 1. Spike AKA William the Bloody NÉE William Pratt 2. Angel NÉE Liam (Irish for William) 3. Willow AKA Will 4. Willy the Snitch and in the comics there’s 5. Billy the Boy Slayer. Does anybody know? Because that is a lot of Will-ish names for one show.
Before anybody says anything: Yes “five by five” is a Faithism but my other Buffy needlepoint (beep me if there’s an apocalypse) didn’t turn out well.
This time of year whenever something goes missing I assume my honey took it for gift giving reasons. Like he needs to know the size of my shoe, or brand of makeup, or to engrave something for me. I believe this despite the fact that a. he has never done this before and b. the item missing may be a hairbrush. What could he possibly use my hairbrush for in gift giving terms? Hairbrush upgrade? I don’t think so. So the brutal truth is, I’ve lost my hairbrush. Which explains my hair today.
Various emotional states call for special grooming rituals. If I’m extremely tired I paint on ridiculous levels of makeup. If feeling insecure? I wear A LOT of jewelry. Granted, I tend to wear a lot of jewelry for other reasons too, so you’ll never know if I’m feeling insecure or in a magpie mood.
“Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory.” Clearly I do not abide my Coco Chanel’s policy. I suspect I have the entire female population of Texas on my side for this one.
Today’s jewelry: Left hand: two Indian rhinestone bangles from my best friend, red Clic Clac a Pois, Tiffany’s braid from my dad, Goodwill rhinestone bow.
Right hand: Jawbone UP, my dad’s Baume & Mercier watch
Necklaces: Tiffany’s candy cane charm, I’m Your Present bow tie
Earrings: red gifts I’ve had since about 4th grade
Anybody seen my hairbrush?
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.
#6 VERY GIFTED: GIFT IDEAS
Gift ideas for:
The San Francisco art world is going through a strange transition right now. The MoMA is temporarily under renovation, many of my favorite galleries have closed their doors. Mostly because rents are exorbitant here. But fortunately one of my all time favorite galleries, who closed their doors over a year ago, is back with a website. And on the Heather Marx website, there is jewelry and a Small Business Saturday promo code 5OA1FZ3. So for that tough as nails, but pretty as a peacock cop in your life let me recommend one of the Heather Marx pieces.
The Love Cuff by Matt Gil for your best gal. Her handcuffs may be on the perp, but yours are on her heart (and her wrist).
For the spy, the puzzler, the code breaker, your lover (ewwwwww) you should consider the Coatt morse code necklace.
There are prefab phrases to choose from, like ‘wild horses’, ‘true blue’, ‘dog my dog’ or (DING DING DING) there is the CUSTOM route. Remember what I said Day 1? CUSTOMIZE, ALWAYS CUSTOMIZE. Coatt too offers a promo code. To get -25% off this weekend use coattholiday.
Now for your honey, the lawyer? First, let me recommend you never get into a fight with her. You won’t ever win. Secondly, lawyer needs some classic pieces! She needs something that says “You know that I am worth that $850 hourly rate, don’t you?” But it must be understated, fancy, and black as her corporate soul.
That’s why there’s Tiffany’s but mind you get her the matching pair, okay? Necklace and earrings. Or she will filet your heart and serve it to her family for Christmas dinner. Oh, and Tiffany’s? They offer no promo codes. You sure you can handle this, bud?
The daily disclaimer: I would be remiss if I didn’t offer the link to my online store… I write these posts for my love of jewelry and gift giving, there’s no sponsors here but ME for MYSELF 😀
Today I received a comment on one of my blog posts, a post that I’m particularly proud of because its subject is bleak and personal but I worked very hard to balance the dark hurt aspects with humor and light. Because everything has a humorous side. Don’t get me going on colon cancer. It’s a fucking laugh riot. See? That was funny because colon cancer is NOT a laugh riot, the punchline subverts my entire thesis statement. Humor, right? Hahaha. I’m fucked up, ok?
Anyway, the post I’m talking about is Ghost Dad LOL. I’ve really appreciated the various comments I have received on it. Up until today. Because today’s commenter, not someone with a WP blog, said “love stream of consciousness writing…no going back, editing”… WTF DUDE! Do you not realize HOW MUCH going back and editing I do on each and every post? Sure, sometimes grammar errors slip thru, sometimes that grammar error is intentional, sometimes I misspell something and don’t catch it but NEVER NOT EVER have I posted a stream of consciousness post. Maybe in a comment once or twice. Sort of?
I completely acknowledge that I am twisting my own panties in a bunch with very little cause. Fine, the commenter attempted a compliment. Maybe he doesn’t know what stream of consciousness is?
If that’s the case, here’s stream of consciousness:
Typing odn an ipad sucks and my fingers move too slow. I hate this song right now, shoudlnt have eaten that whole oanini. Greta more typos. Fat fingers. Cokd table. wtf.
👆That’s a pretty garbage blog post, right? Say what you like about my writing, but don’t ever say that I don’t go back and edit. That is the realm where I am KING.
Today’s bangles are: flacons de parfum, rouge Calèche, silver Taxco bangle, skinny silver Tiffany’s bangle, and wide Tiffany’s bangle from Christmas 1994.
Now ask me my opinion on starting a blog post with “I”; this rant train is the express and we are making no stops today.
That’s Bandit at around 5:45 pm on our first day of work since the time change. He’s sitting there, alert, looking out the shop door, waiting. Waiting for who? For my dad.
It’s dark, obviously closing time, all signs indicating to Bandit that one of his favorite people should be arriving any moment to pick us up and give us a ride home 💔 Bandit hasn’t done this for months now. But this time change, it triggered a reminder of the habit in him I think. It was so ingrained in us. One of the recurring thoughts I had after my dad died was “but how will we get home now?” Late afternoon continues to be a hard time of day for me.
Dogs are amazing, aren’t they? Poor Bandit (and Leroy too, but he’s a bit of a dum dum), I wonder what he’s thinking? How they experience sorrow? Two of my dog owning acquaintances died recently. Dick, the owner of my local hardware store and Diana, a customer of mine. I really felt for their families, of course. I can relate to them and what they are going thru.
But my heart just broke completely thinking of their dogs, Lola and Hudson respectively. These were both people, like myself, who spent 24/7 with their dogs. Lola is this blind chihuahua and she followed Dick up and down the hardware aisles. They were a cute pair, Dick this lumbering old man and Lola this ‘perfect fit for Paris Hilton’s purse’ tiny dog.
Diana’s dog Hudson has the most soulful eyes. He’s a small black Maltese. Diana went thru many months of chemo and surgeries, and you could read the concern on Hudson’s face. He knew something was going on. So when he walked into the shop the other day, I hugged him and I told him that I am sorry for his loss. It felt like the right thing to do.
Those dogs, their littles lives, the centers of their universes are gone. How do they deal? I know they miss their person, but do they sense the total absence? Or are they like Bandit, hopeful that if the stars align just right and they wait patiently enough, that person will return?
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.
As you may know, the Giants won the World Series last night. Three times in six years! I cried. I cried because of that same now pointless muscle memory that just keeps sucker punching me in the face.
After my World Series post the other day I did some further research on this whole Tiffany’s World Series charm business, and thanks to Pinterest found the 2010 and 2012 charms. I checked Tiffany’s just now and the newest one isn’t out yet. But I’d probably consider getting it for myself when it is.
Enjoy some Tiffany’s charms and then game day pics of my dad and me. It gives new meaning to “throwback Thursday”.
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?