Sunday Morning Musings

Every other month I work on Saturday. I actually like Saturday duty but I also like the expanse and luxury of two days in a row off. There is also some resistance from other inhabitants of TheCastle to my absence on Saturdays so I stick to the every other month schedule and one of my months is October and yesterday was my Saturday.

Which means that Friday I had the day off and this month I joined Sister in the far west end of Richmond for some serious retail therapy. We bought some high end underwear - the sort of stuff you'd call lingerie even though you wear it every day. Oh. Well. Maybe some of you wear lingerie every day but the word still connotes images of  Jean Harlow in Dinner at 8 to me. My mother once told me that all her life she wanted to be Kitty in that movie. Which just shows you that one can be deeply sympathetic to someone who is an utter opposite. Kitty lay around in bed all day, ate chocolates and canoodled with the doctor, only putting on clothes to go out to dinner. Now, I can lie about in bed till maybe 11 o'clock on a Sunday but that's about it. Mostly I pop up like a piece of toast.

And now I have strayed completely from my original thoughts - which were merely about the fun I had with my sister in the lingerie store. And yes. This was a Spending shopping trip so I came home with a tiny bag worth many dollars. Afterwards we went to The Cheesecake Factory where we had lovely healthy appetizer lunches and then ruined it all with the 1220 calorie White Chocolate Caramel Macadamia Nut Cheesecake. The best part about that desert was the name - and the feeling of sinful indulgence. Alas. The worst part of it was the blah taste - or rather - the heavy caramel taste - and that was not bad - it was delicious - but you couldn't taste any of the other flavors - so next time I will just get the plain cheesecake that logs in at about 700 calories and will have a nice cheesecakey flavor. Or I will go to the Godiva shop and get fancy caramels. It was truly an example of flavor overkill. 

To complete our Friday of Lustful Experiences we went to the Apple store and drooled at the technology. I have long wanted something portable but robust that would let me 'do it all' and I am thinking now what I want is the MacBook Air. It is just small enough to fit in my larger purses and it's light enough and it has a keyboard that's big enough for me to handle. 

It's a too-expensive luxury item to add to my life right now ... but ... I can save up for it and by the time I have the spare $1200 it might be even better ... as in - it may have a phone included. I think that would be the absolutely perfect device. A true phone in a tiny laptop. Yep. My perfect gadget.

Oh. I almost forgot. We also went to Whole Foods where I'm supposing you don't even have to look for the "organic" label on anything. I bought only some very fancy mushrooms since I had just gone grocery shopping but I did see Vegenaise for sale at almost half the price I pay for it down here. Of course, I shop at a tee tiny church run vegetarian store for that kind of food. And I don't have to drive all the way to Richmond. 

And now it is Sunday morning - half way through Sunday morning at that - and I have yet to fix breakfast. The day holds several pleasures - some painting, some outdoor play, lots of puppy love, and yes - some knitting. I promise. I will have pictures tomorrow. Of Tara. 

Knitting Infidelity

It's true - with only scant inches to go on Brica I cast on with the Cascade 220 just to see, you know? It doesn't mean a thing. I swear it, I was just curious.

It's true, too - I feel so guilty about abandoning Brica at the altar that I am always taking the new knitting along and leaving the chart behind so I can't knit on it - I guess the truth goddesses are trying to make me be faithful.

But I really will finish that sweater. I promise. I'll do better. I'll do better with blogging too - once I get through this patch of busy-ness that is January.



There is good news on the technology front - I got the help I needed with the EReader, I train my staff today, we go live on Wednesday but we'll let it seep into peoples' consciousness for a week or two before we do the big publicity push.

I'll get around to ordering a new phone too - but cell phones rank low on my list of priorities. I need a new one - especially with my aged mother who was ill enough this week to need hospitalization. (She's better, btw) But I am in the same 2 places most of the time and both of those places have land lines.

And of course right in the middle of all this stuff I took a day off to go lingerie shopping. Ever since I watched that first episode of How To Look Good Naked  I've wanted to be fitted by a bra whisperer so a few weeks ago I wrote to Laruen DeLoach, the fashion columnist in the Richmond Sunday paper (just in case she actually lived in Richmond) and asked if she knew who the best bra fitter in Richmond was. She recommended the folks at Blythe which, technically, is in Henrico, at Short Pump across from that vast sprawl of brick shopping,  on the south side of Broad Street. She also said don't try to shop there on Saturday, but I didn't need that advice. A Master Shopper, I know that Tuesday or Thursday mornings are the best times to get super personal attention anywhere.

At my age it takes a little guts to go talk bra fitting with sylph-like twenty somethings in size zero clothes, but Anna was enormously helpful, knew the stock inside and out and brought me dozens of pieces to try on so I could be sure I got what I really wanted. I wore my new acquisition out of the store and let me tell you - there is nothing but nothing quite so wonderful as strolling around in new undergarments that fit you to a T. mmm mmm I was walking tall all day long.

The shop doesn't have a website but they do have a facebook page here.  And for the curious, you can see what I bought here.

And now? Now it's Friday. Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday

Why yes. I do plan to knit a little this weekend. Why would you ask?