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Some days I believe the universe is fucking with me.
My Enwrapture Vintage order arrived on the same day as my binder order. It is too damn hot and humid to actually try to wear the binder and I think maybe it is too small. But I may just be overheated and too squishy today. Ugh.
The Enwrapture vintage stuff though - hot damn it is pretty fabric and soft. Kythryne had to sort through dozens of orders and color requests. (A mammoth task I only mildly envied.) I love all the ones I received. Two very different greens and one that is a sort of earthy wine color. Awesome. I kind of want to just lay them on the bed and roll around a bit and then nap.
Currently baking brownies for Mike's cake. I realized at the last moment my bundt pan was dirty so I have to clean that up and hope I have enough strawberry preserves to go in the cake. I keep changing my plans as to what to do with that. But at least I acquired steaks for tomorrow's grilling, and ears of corn. I do not even want to think about the crazy amount of money I spent on groceries this week and there is nothing to eat. (I lie, we have plenty of noodles and a couple microwave meals, but it is that feeling.) I also realized late yesterday that one of our guests could not drink any of the beverages I planned to serve, so I bought Fanta. Orange and grapefruit! So, uh, maybe I'll use that to make floats and cocktails for awhile.
I drank a lot of Fanta while in Prague, I remember. It was cheap and cold(ish).
I made a peach pie the other night, with peaches from my neighbor's tree. She took it to work and said it was well received. Thank goodness, because I really didn't know what I was doing. I love fruit, but I hate prepping fruit with pits. I never, ever ending up cutting them right.
The other day I bought a pair of FitFlops, because they are very similar in style to a pair of sandals I love that are starting to fall apart. Plus, they were on sale. I have no illusions that these shoes will magically make me exercise more. They are pretty comfortable except for two things. The shoes are very narrow, and the straps seem low. My arches are high, and the left more than the right. I am hoping they soften up a little over time. The point where the straps converge and pass between the big toe and the second toe feels terribly stiff, and has rubbed a blister on my foot. That is probably more my fault though, wearing brand new shoes all day while running errands and cleaning.
In less provincial news, I am writing again for the first time in ages. It is hard. Hard and frustrating. I think I was spoiled ages ago in having ready access to people who were familiar with the stories and constantly around, not to mention I tend to write exponentially more when I am writing instead of doing other work. But, it is something at least.
Currently reading American Eve - Evelyn Nesbit, Stanford White - The Birth of the "It" girl and the Crime of the Century by Paula Uruburu. Totally fascinating on the subject of early celebrity culture, and full of amazing photographs. It's tragic and I can't put it down. Bonus points for being just a lovely book in and of itself.
My Enwrapture Vintage order arrived on the same day as my binder order. It is too damn hot and humid to actually try to wear the binder and I think maybe it is too small. But I may just be overheated and too squishy today. Ugh.
The Enwrapture vintage stuff though - hot damn it is pretty fabric and soft. Kythryne had to sort through dozens of orders and color requests. (A mammoth task I only mildly envied.) I love all the ones I received. Two very different greens and one that is a sort of earthy wine color. Awesome. I kind of want to just lay them on the bed and roll around a bit and then nap.
Currently baking brownies for Mike's cake. I realized at the last moment my bundt pan was dirty so I have to clean that up and hope I have enough strawberry preserves to go in the cake. I keep changing my plans as to what to do with that. But at least I acquired steaks for tomorrow's grilling, and ears of corn. I do not even want to think about the crazy amount of money I spent on groceries this week and there is nothing to eat. (I lie, we have plenty of noodles and a couple microwave meals, but it is that feeling.) I also realized late yesterday that one of our guests could not drink any of the beverages I planned to serve, so I bought Fanta. Orange and grapefruit! So, uh, maybe I'll use that to make floats and cocktails for awhile.
I drank a lot of Fanta while in Prague, I remember. It was cheap and cold(ish).
I made a peach pie the other night, with peaches from my neighbor's tree. She took it to work and said it was well received. Thank goodness, because I really didn't know what I was doing. I love fruit, but I hate prepping fruit with pits. I never, ever ending up cutting them right.
The other day I bought a pair of FitFlops, because they are very similar in style to a pair of sandals I love that are starting to fall apart. Plus, they were on sale. I have no illusions that these shoes will magically make me exercise more. They are pretty comfortable except for two things. The shoes are very narrow, and the straps seem low. My arches are high, and the left more than the right. I am hoping they soften up a little over time. The point where the straps converge and pass between the big toe and the second toe feels terribly stiff, and has rubbed a blister on my foot. That is probably more my fault though, wearing brand new shoes all day while running errands and cleaning.
In less provincial news, I am writing again for the first time in ages. It is hard. Hard and frustrating. I think I was spoiled ages ago in having ready access to people who were familiar with the stories and constantly around, not to mention I tend to write exponentially more when I am writing instead of doing other work. But, it is something at least.
Currently reading American Eve - Evelyn Nesbit, Stanford White - The Birth of the "It" girl and the Crime of the Century by Paula Uruburu. Totally fascinating on the subject of early celebrity culture, and full of amazing photographs. It's tragic and I can't put it down. Bonus points for being just a lovely book in and of itself.