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Estate sale Saturday -- I found two good buys on fabric. $14! for quite a few yards! Pierre Deux and ??? I got there very late, and my heart sank when I saw a number of fabric bolts over in the corner of the living room with a SOLD sign on them. I wandered around till I found some more that had been left behind, and two of them were to my liking. It wasn't a total waste after all.
Appalling conversation between estate sale workers overheard: It was resoundingly stupid, and a collection of the silliest, most ignorant slippery-slope arguments I have ever heard, politically speaking. Lunchtime banter between a group of young white males who were eating their box lunches at one of the kitchen islands, it was impossible for all not to overhear. They were terribly amused with themselves and their "cleverness."
There were quite a few people milling around in the super-large kitchen in the estate sale house, and I couldn't help but notice that those of other races and ethnicities kept their eyes down and kept going to other rooms, just as I did. I really felt for the one young African American male in the group. He did not contribute to their conversation. There was actually a set of Imari cups and saucers I might have bought, but for having to listen to this claptrap while inspecting the goods. Several other sets of beautiful china were laid out on the various counters, tables and islands that I wanted a closer look at, but I just moved on because I knew the next thing I would do would be to open my big mouth, and I would probably start a free for all.
I thought about saying something to the estate agents, but since these were their employees, that would have been dicey, because some of them might have even been their relatives. I am still thinking about sending an email to the owner of the business, or calling, and pointing out that no matter our skin color, our money is all still green. I wonder how many sales they lost because of the nonsense of these guys trying to one-up the other in their redneck silliness? It was also a painful reminder of just how narrow and rigid the political views of some of my fellow citizens here in my lovely home state of Alabama really are. This is also why I am so opposed to the Electoral College: I do not want people of this mindset controlling and/or nullifying my vote in every single presidential election! My opinion counts, too, you know.
Glimmer strings -- the greatest thing since -- uh -- the invention of electricity, maybe? You must hotfoot it to Pier 1 and get some! Each string takes three AA batteries. The first string I bought a couple of weeks ago, the salesperson accidentally gave me blue when I meant to buy white. However, I found a place where it works -- on the nativity. I went back and got some more, making sure to get white lights this time. I used one here --
one here --
and another on the mantel garland.
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Holiday foods -- should we all just get fat ((to quote Jim Morrison))? Fatter? What about that spiking blood pressure and the inevitable gastritis brought on by too much alcohol and salty, sweet and fatty foods, not to mention ever-expanding waistlines that come with over-indulgence? I grew up listening to regular sermons delivered by my father at the dinner table on the "sin of making your god your belly" -- I guess it made more of an impression than I thought. It will be back to the Y for me this week, as I have taken a couple of weeks off, first to enjoy my son's visit, and then this past week, trying to get the house decorated for the coming holidays.
Don't get me wrong -- I will be making some holiday goodies, but I will definitely not be over-indulging. It is too hard to get it off, once it settles on the hips! I will share some of our favorite holiday recipes later in the week.
The saga of the front door wreaths:
I sent the husband out to Lowe's for some fresh wreaths for our front doors. I have not used anything on the actual doors (although I do decorate the porch) since I had the old door replaced a few years ago with a pretty one of my own de$ign. 😉 This year, I told Sweet Hubs I wanted to try it, and I thought we could use Command hooks which will not damage the glass. Here are the conclusions to be drawn from this tale:
*Command hooks are for the birds (at least in an outdoor setting).
*Duct tape works every time.
*Natural conifer wreaths shed like a mangy old cat.
*Premade wreaths have really tacky bows.
Finally, we have had some torrential rains to relieve the Exceptional Drought, (71 days without rain -- a record) and then some less violent steady rains, the best kind. Unfortunately, some areas in the Deep South experienced some tornadoes in the last few days, and there was some loss of life. That's always very sad when we see these reports of lost homes and loved ones to our sometimes violent weather.
My complaint is totally insignificant compared to a drought and tornadoes, but the heavily overcast rainy days did make it really hard to get any decent photos for this blog post!