Oh, I wish those council guys would let me have an hour alone in the room with her, if I was larger and had grenades.

Willow ,'Storyteller'


Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Beverly - Feb 05, 2011 7:39:57 pm PST #21318 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Boil chicken parts, de-bone and cut into bite-size pieces, mix into rice with steamed broccoli florets, shredded cheese --we like cheddar, but whatever you prefer--and chicken boullion or stock in a casserole, bake for 20-30 minutes. Not very savory, but filling comfort food.


Atropa - Feb 05, 2011 7:41:01 pm PST #21319 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Old jewelry, giftwrap, gloves, hats, veiling--all things people collect now to make their own collages, and the hankies would find some owner to appreciate them.

Also known as: Stuff Jilli needs to put up on eBay and Etsy.


Amy - Feb 05, 2011 7:41:12 pm PST #21320 of 30001
Because books.

Oh, S. just said the magic words: rice pudding. I knew I married him for a reason.


§ ita § - Feb 05, 2011 7:41:54 pm PST #21321 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My sheets setup is pretty simple--I go for burgundy, navy, or black, and mix and match. And jewel toned blankets. I don't buy in complete sets, just bits and bobs here and there. No patterns. High thread count cotton for my normal bed, beech for the spare.

Hey, LAistas, I might need to beg a pharmacy run tomorrow. Could anyone help?

bon! We need to watch TV again soon.


-t - Feb 05, 2011 7:45:07 pm PST #21322 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Rice pudding is with leftover rice, isn't it? (x-post, of course)

Your swiped glass towels reminded me, Bev, one of our family heirlooms is some monogrammed silver - I can't remember if it is a single piece or a single place setting, but I think it's, like, a knife - that some ancestor took from a hotel (I think his employer) because it was also his initial. I think my mom has it, still.


Burrell - Feb 05, 2011 7:45:16 pm PST #21323 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

You can give me a call ita, I should be around.


Connie Neil - Feb 05, 2011 7:47:05 pm PST #21324 of 30001
brillig

I never thought of ebaying some of the old keepsakes that have trickled into my house. Some of this stuff would make an artist wibble in excitement.

edit: though getting over the idea of a family keepsake possibly being taken apart will take some getting used to. I'm such an animist.


Beverly - Feb 05, 2011 7:54:11 pm PST #21325 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Also? Cass is taunty with the handwriting print pillowcases. WANT

Connie, I fibbled so long about how, whether, and to whom to sell my foremothers' accumulata. I gave some things to friends I knew would appreciate them and just donated the rest to the cause. Decisions and rammifications kept me paralyzed. Did I get rid of some things I wish I'd kept? Yes, a handful. Those don't balance out against the truckfulls of stuff that aren't hanging over me like psychic weight. I felt like the little junk woman in Labyrinth trying to make those decisions. I don't now.

Not giving advice, here. Just relating my personal experience.


bon bon - Feb 05, 2011 7:56:17 pm PST #21326 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

bon! We need to watch TV again soon.

Absolutely. Stuff has been not happening because of the new job; I'm going to the OC again tomorrow for the week. How about 2/19?


Atropa - Feb 05, 2011 7:59:09 pm PST #21327 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I felt like the little junk woman in Labyrinth trying to make those decisions. I don't now.

Ahahahahaha. Yes. That is how I feel right now, going through the BOXES AND BOXES of stuff my Mom had squirreled away. Jesus, the woman could have opened her own yarn & needlepoint shop.