Mal ,'Serenity'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Theo - that should help. I have Lorezepam for when things were rough with mac. Haven't used it in a while, but it did help at the time. You may get sleepy though.
Reminds me that I need to find where I can do drug drop-offs. I have several things we no longer take and I'd like to get them safely disposed of.
Best wishes, Theo.
Good luck, Theo. You can do it!!
Hang in there Theo!
Squeeee for Sue!
People keep calling and emailing with new orders and questions and I CANNOT GET TO THE PAPERS ON MY DESK BECAUSE THEY ARE TAKING ALL MY TIME!!!
oh Tommy - SO GOOD. thanks for sharing.
Thanks!
So, I have to write a letter of resignation. Why do I feel like I should "tender" my resignation? Is that weird?
Edit: FTR, I just said I was notifying them of my resignation.
good luck, Theo!
Heaps of get-through-it~ma and conquer-the-onerosity~ma to you, Theo.
And so, so much ~ma for this week, Suzi. That sounds purely rotten, every bit of it.
I had a completely random squee-inducing adventure with Matilda yesterday that I'm dying to reexperience with another Buffista - the next time the opportunity arises java or megan or juliana need to come, or maybe Plei or Jilli or msbelle or Holli should parachute in from out of town.
Driving to my usual weekly visit to my dad's house, I passed a sign in his neighborhood that I've been seeing randomly every few months for the last several years, announcing a vintage sale at an address I've never been to on a street I don't know. We had a bit of time before we needed to be at my dad's, so I decided, "What the hell, time to explore," and jogged off to the right to follow the sign.
Holy crap, that place was a VINTAGE WONDERLAND. This wee little storefront in a mostly residential neighborhood (maybe it used to be a drycleaner's or something, long ago), two stories high and with stuff spilling out onto the sidewalk, crammed to the gills with everything from $3 white cotton gloves to gauzy flapper gowns to a Suzy Perette polka-dot sundress in immaculate condition.
Boxes of sheet music. A first edition of Beezus and Ramona. Never-worn stiletto-heeled cowgirl boots with silver inlay. Mad Men era pegnoirs. Edwardian beaded purses. A 1950s Girl Scout cadette uniform with cap and badge-loaded sash. Men's ties, robes, dress shirts, and cummerbunds. Lacquered cigarette holders. Mint Lilli Ann suits. Belts, scarves, compacts, close to a hundred hats, coats, capes, capelets, shawls, shrugs, vintage patterns, hand-embroidered handkerchiefs.
Matilda and I found these, for three dollars.
It's only open every few weeks, whenever the owners feel like opening it, only on the weekends. The owners are either two or three old, old ladies who were clearly ferocious couture goddesses in their youth and are clearly still incredibly stylin'. When they feel like opening up, they put up the signs and send out a Batsignal to their email list and unlock the doors until they're ready to go home again; the rest of the time they go out thrifting and visiting estate sales and possibly sitting around in linen suits drinking tea with a dram of brandy. When I told them about Holli they got positively giddy with glee. And they made sure I signed up for the mailing list so I'd know ahead of time when next they return.
It's like Brigadoon for vintage nerds. So magical.
Wear purple, wear a red hat, WHATEVER. Now I know exactly what I want to do when I'm old.