I switched handbags this week. I’d been using a beautiful green one since early fall and it was time for a change. I peeked inside a couple of cloth bags until I came across a red bag that I hadn’t used for a while. It suited my mood and I lifted it off the shelf.
I began placing my items in the bag, filling the various pockets and compartments. In one of the inside pockets, I came across a concert ticket stub from 2008, Neil Young at the Garden. What a great time that had been and what a long time ago it was. Using a handbag for the first time in 7 years or so is almost the same as having a new bag. It’s almost like it became brand new again…
Which reminds me of a story I may have already told here. It doesn’t matter if I did because it’s one of my favorite stories and I’m telling it again because it’s my blog. Many years ago, my friend Mary Panza told me about a conversation she had with her grandmother, a woman I never met. Her advice, upon learning of the state of her granddaughter’s hymen, was simple: “If you don’t have sex again for seven years your hymen will grow back and maybe some man will want you.”
The take away? Putting something on the shelf for a few years can make it seem fresh and previously untouched. I’m loving this “new” bag.
Pre-bath, at the dogpark
In case I haven’t mentioned it recently, I am absolutely smitten with my Jeter. Seriously, I don’t think I would trade him for the real Jeter, if the opportunity came my way. He is an absolute love. I’ve never had a white dog before though, and his fur, beautiful as it may be, is freaking me out. It’s kind of everywhere, regardless of how often I vacuum.
So, Jeter’s fur and my leaning-heavily-toward-the-dark-side wardrobe don’t really combine for the best look. I’ve learned that lighter colored lounge wear and denim are my best bets for around the house and I consciously avoid donning my blacks and blues until I’m walking out the door, but, I still feel like I’m waging a losing war. My only consolation comes from the knowledge that Jeter, who loves his bath, is one clean dog.
Speaking of clean, specifically dry cleaning, am I alone in thinking it is outrageously expensive? I do my best to avoid buying “dry clean only” garments, but still find myself with some items which I’ve been afraid to tackle on my own. To offset the expense of my dresses and cashmere and/or wool sweaters, I took advantage (or so I thought) of a recent Groupon offer for Best Cleaners. Last week, I dropped off 2 simple cashmere sweaters, 1 sleeveless silk dress and 1 sleeveless gabardine sheath.
When I went to pick my clothing up, I expected the total bill to be approximately $40, to which I intended to apply one of my $20 vouchers. I was shocked to learn that my balance after the $20 Groupon was applied was $48, meaning the total was originally $68. Is that normal? Is that really the cost of maintaining a wardrobe?
What do you all do? Handwash? Are there special settings on your machine at home which you utilize? I just bought my first lint brush, but I don’t think it will erase much beyond Jeter’s presence from my clothing. Help!
It was a busy weekend, filled with soccer, long walks, friends, sunshine and household tasks. Jeter got back in the game with some dog park playtime and an attention grabbing amble through the neighborhood. I did a little cooking, some cleaning and even a more personal maintenance task – for the first time in many years I colored my own hair.
I’ve got to say, I’m pretty pleased. Don’t get me wrong, I know that my stylist does a wonderful job with my hair, but her schedule is really limited and there was something really appealing about being able to color my hair at home at my own convenience. Factor in the price ($15 vs. $110) and it seemed like a good idea. After reading some positive things about an online company called ESalon, I decided to give them a shot at mixing up a personalized batch of color for me.
My color, “dark brown copper golden,” was arrived at following a series of questions about my natural color (who can remember that?), current color and a few other details. I also uploaded a recent selfie for my color consultant to use. The site encouraged setting up a regularly scheduled delivery of hair color, but I declined that service for now.
From order to delivery was approximately one week and I was quite pleased with the package I received. My little box contained the color and developer, two pairs of gloves, an application brush, individual packets of color and conditioner and products to prevent staining along the hairline.
Saturday afternoon I gathered some old towels and got busy. 25 minutes later I got my results… My ultra blonde summer hair was now a richer shade of strawberry blonde, warmer and more even than my previous color. Now, it’s a semipermanent formula so I don’t know how long it will last or if my hair is going to fall out in clumps, but, today I’m happy with it. I think my satisfaction is due in part to the fact that I wasn’t attempting a dramatic change, more of a slight deepening of current shade. While I have no intention of permanently breaking up with my professional colorist, the price, convenience and results make ESalon an option that I will consider again in the future.
Not quite the view with which I have become familiar.
How’s that for a title, my friends? It has a certain dramatic flair, yes? Before you start to worry that you, by not offering your pet this service, are being a neglectful pet keeper, let me tell you how we arrived at this point.
Nearly two weeks ago (Thursday, 9/25, the same day the real Jeter played the field for his final time) my Jeter was neutered. The procedure went well and he returned home the same day of the event, a bit sleepy but in his usual good humor. His recovery has gone well, other than some not so appealing drainage from the incision area. Naturally, this became apparent to me when Jeter cozied up on my bed, my bed with the white comforter. Two loads of laundry later…
Jeter seems to have found the area between his rear legs even more compelling than usual judging from the number of times I’ve had to correct his somewhat vulgar behavior. The result of his excessive oral attentions? A “hot spot” of sorts has appeared on what remains of his testicles, demanding a round of antibiotics and the aforementioned hot compresses. Both three times a day, thank you very much.
His stitches have been removed and the wound, from the intimate view I have been afforded, is looking better. His demeanor, fortunately, has been as lively as ever and I am reasonably confident that he hasn’t suffered any real discomfort. That being said, I am probably even more eager than he is for a complete and quick return to his previous clean bill of health. It’s not that our time together during his convalescence hasn’t been special, but I’m sure we’re both looking forward to his resuming his dog park activities. It’s time for Jeter to get his foreplay time somewhere else.
I’ve been wearing glasses since 5th grade. I probably should have gotten them even sooner, but my mother assessed my eyes and determined they were fine. Fortunately, an ophthalmologist differed with her opinion and set me up with some glasses so I could read the chalkboard without needing to sit in the first row of desks in my classroom.
Do I just buy the same pair over and over?
I get a new pair of glasses every couple of years and often have more than one pair in rotation. My prescription has recently changed and, while I was tempted to simply have my lenses replaced, I picked out a new pair of frames. My insurance kicked in generously and Buenau’s gave me a great deal, as they have been doing for more than 20 years. I ordered them right before I left for Florida, planning to pick them up upon our return.
On our last day in Disney we visited the Animal Kingdom. After about 6 hours there, we headed to the condo for some pool time before going out for the evening at Epcot. I had been wearing my rx sunglasses for most of the day and couldn’t seem to find my glasses. I looked in all of the pockets of my backpack and in the car and concluded that I must have lost them sometime after that dinosaur ride. I called Disney’s Lost and Found office.
Thanks, Disney World!
Imagine for a minute how many items get lost in the parks of Disney World. Don’t forget to consider the water parks, too. A lot, right? Articles of clothing, cameras, phones, eyeglasses, keys… When I filed a report about my glasses, I was optimistic about their return since I had a pretty clear idea of when I had them last. That being said, when I phoned back two days later and they had actually been recovered, I was pretty happily surprised. When I received them in the mail two days after returning from Florida, I was absolutely thrilled. Seeing is believing – it really is a Magic Kingdom!
I’ve been doing this DelSo thing for close to 5 years and have been called a couple of things. I think interesting is my favorite. Over at Tablehopping I, along with my neighbors, I suppose, recently earned the title “pretentious.” Here – read it for yourself.
What do you think? Was dubbing my little neighborhood DelSo really an act worthy of that moniker? Why are Steve’s readers so damn negative? I don’t suppose there’s a single answer to those questions, but let’s focus on the positive, shall* we? We in the DelSo are getting a terrific “new” spot to eat in our neighborhood!
*Is “shall” pretentious?
It seems that so much of life involves schedules and commitments. When we’re at work, during our designated work hours, we frequently have to respond to the demands of others, doing what “they” want, when “they” want it. In my chosen profession(s) I have to be responsive to other people’s needs and, when it’s work time, I don’t take issue with it at all. But, when I’m on vacation, that’s just not happening.
I’m a morning person. It isn’t unusual for me to wake up with the birds and I love the sense of feeling in tune with the earth. Since I need something in my tummy before I can drink coffee, breakfast is a mandatory meal for me. Beyond that, though, I’m winging it. I don’t want to feel pressured to have a meal just because it’s lunch time or dinner time. I want to eat when I’m hungry or to line my stomach before enjoying a cocktail or three. It’s vacation. Unless I have reservations for somewhere, I’m all about eating simply when I feel like it.
Not surprisingly for a librarian, I’m super organized. I prefer to stay on top of things in terms of tidying up, laundry and keeping our stuff under control. I hate the feeling of haphazard inefficiency. Seriously, it makes me more than a little insane. To avoid this, I try to combine errands and minimize the number of times I have to get in and out of my car. Particularly when we’re staying on an island that is inaccessible by car when the tide is in.
I’m realizing that I might be challenging to be around on vacation since I feel about vacation as I do about running: it’s my time to completely set my own pace. Beyond the rhythm of the tides, I won’t be pressured to abide by anyone else’s schedule or demands. It’s my vacation and I want to go with my own flow. Don’t you?