Feel better, Sail!

I did have a friend who had enough milk that she was able to donate it somehow to social services. I forget now how much extra she had to have to make the donation.

Yeah, I can see donating extra to where it's really needed. The rest, I wouldn't personally do, but I can see others doing it for a variety of reasons. They don't necessarily make sense to me, but I can see it.

Okay, here's a link everyone should click on:

The closest thing I could find online to the hat I'm wearing RIGHT NOW. Except my hat is black straw with red feathers. But, otherwise, same identical hat.

There was a woman at the RenFaire in Gilroy selling them for $26, in black, white, lime, hot pink, red and purple. I got the black and asked her to customize it with red feathers, which she did at no extra charge, and when my friend Charlotte saw it she ran right over and ordered five more in various color combinations. I FUCKING LOVE THIS HAT.

Bayistas please note: The same woman will be selling the same hats at the same hatshop at the Dickens Fair in December. (I have boring political differences with the management of Dickens, but I'm more than happy to pimp for this wonderful milliner.)

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JZ, that hat is freaking awesome! Pimp away!

JZ, I love that hat! I think I need one.

::looks up DC to SFO tickets on Orbitz::

::seriously contemplates this plan of action::

Cute hat, JZ!

I am in my jammies right now, as I took a mental health day to get some desperately needed sleep, and, starting now, to clean my frelling apartment. It's a hellhole again. All the entropy EVAR is occurring in my apartment.

I'm going to modify a Flylady technique and start in one room, set the kitchen timer for 30 minutes, and clean whatever I can in that room until the time goes off. Then maybe 5-10 minutes break. Then new room, 30 minutes, lather, rinse, repeat until apartment is clean or until I have to hop in the shower before going to a wine-tasting at 7 p.m. tonight.

And keep in mind, this is just cleaning in the sense of straightening up/putting things away/throwing out things that are already out and just lying around. This is NOT closet-cleaning, which needs to be done in a big bad ugly way.

Okay, then. Once more unto the breach....

Jilli and I have a friend who cooked for herself with breastmilk, as her son had a pretty severe reaction when she had cow's milk in her diet.

I am oddly unsquicked by that page.

Someone come stroke my temples and press a cool rag to my head. Why does my head hate me so?

Maria, if an SF visit is totally unfeasible I'd of course be happy to pick up a hat for you -- but, of course, only think how much more practical it would be for you to pick it out yourself in person, try on a couple of different colors, make a properly informed selection. So much more sensible! Really, coming to San Francisco is the most responsible thing you as a hat consumer can do.

OMG WANT!!!

The hat, not the breastmilk treats. I wonder if one of those hats would survive the shipping...probably better if I just fly to DC, pick up Maria, and continue to SF.