Two plastic tumblers
With the end of summer comes, I suppose, the end of frosty, cool, tall drinks.
I guess if I have to pitch something, it may as well be a pair of insulated cups that have developed near-fatal flaws: hairline cracks on their outer walls, not affecting the glasses' ability to hold liquids, but no longer festive-looking, by a long shot, now that I'm taking time to look. And, of course, frosty, cool, tall, summer drinks, by definition, equals festive - and so these formerly perky tumblers must go. . . with summer.
xo, LD
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Four-day foot fetish
Tuesday - Friday
Shoes and socks!
Tuesday: a quick visit to the sock drawer, and a quick toss of some sad-looking socks. As the weather begins to cool, so do my tootsies, and I know my sandal days are coming to a close. It's going to be serious shoe time any chilly day now. . . so it's a good time to take inventory.
Wednesday: I pull out all my spring and summer footwear. . . it's a riot of sandals, slip-ons, mules, slingbacks, and flip-flops! First to go, anything that's used up; it's easy to see what's looking ratty, but it's not quite as easy to toss these beat-up pairs: they're so well-loved. . . sigh, farewell!
Thursday: Goodby to spring and summer, part two: today I try on all the shoes that are left behind. Away go formerly-stylish fashion finds, away go pinchy-toe never-worns, away go a couple pair that just don't make me happy. Maybe they'll be perfect for someone else? I hope so! The ones that make the cut are adorable, sexy, playful, wonderful, and comfortable. . . I layer them in a plastic tote, toss in a lavender sachet, and bid them au revoir 'til the next warm winds whisper!
Friday: Hello, fall and winter! I haul out and examine the leathery contents of my cold-weather-shoe tote with a critical eye, and discover that some of the shoes are just so past season to me; they don't croon that siren song that marvelous shoes sing (a pitch heard only by women, I'm told), so. . . away they go! The amazing, unexpected result and big bonus! - the ones that I love all fit on my closet shoe rack, exactly!
xo, LD
Shoes and socks!
Tuesday: a quick visit to the sock drawer, and a quick toss of some sad-looking socks. As the weather begins to cool, so do my tootsies, and I know my sandal days are coming to a close. It's going to be serious shoe time any chilly day now. . . so it's a good time to take inventory.
Wednesday: I pull out all my spring and summer footwear. . . it's a riot of sandals, slip-ons, mules, slingbacks, and flip-flops! First to go, anything that's used up; it's easy to see what's looking ratty, but it's not quite as easy to toss these beat-up pairs: they're so well-loved. . . sigh, farewell!
Thursday: Goodby to spring and summer, part two: today I try on all the shoes that are left behind. Away go formerly-stylish fashion finds, away go pinchy-toe never-worns, away go a couple pair that just don't make me happy. Maybe they'll be perfect for someone else? I hope so! The ones that make the cut are adorable, sexy, playful, wonderful, and comfortable. . . I layer them in a plastic tote, toss in a lavender sachet, and bid them au revoir 'til the next warm winds whisper!
Friday: Hello, fall and winter! I haul out and examine the leathery contents of my cold-weather-shoe tote with a critical eye, and discover that some of the shoes are just so past season to me; they don't croon that siren song that marvelous shoes sing (a pitch heard only by women, I'm told), so. . . away they go! The amazing, unexpected result and big bonus! - the ones that I love all fit on my closet shoe rack, exactly!
xo, LD
Monday, September 15, 2008
"Oh, tartar sauce!"
Ancient condiments
Let's see, I tossed a gritty bottle of wan pickled ginger, from the sushi-making fad of 2006; a jar of separated tartar sauce from the boys' fish-stick days (long past); two small jars of exotic mustard with about 1/8th of an inch of mustard in each, looking evil; and a big handful of packets: soy sauce, ketchup, duck sauce. . .
My refrigerator door is emptier now, and there's a real benefit to that, because now I can see that we have hot fudge and butterscotch sauce: yay! Sundaes for everyone!
Let's see, I tossed a gritty bottle of wan pickled ginger, from the sushi-making fad of 2006; a jar of separated tartar sauce from the boys' fish-stick days (long past); two small jars of exotic mustard with about 1/8th of an inch of mustard in each, looking evil; and a big handful of packets: soy sauce, ketchup, duck sauce. . .
My refrigerator door is emptier now, and there's a real benefit to that, because now I can see that we have hot fudge and butterscotch sauce: yay! Sundaes for everyone!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sisterhood of travelling capris
Two pair of too-big pants
Somehow, wondrously, I have lost a little weight over the summer (could it be the Greek yogurt, my new favorite food?) . . . so I'm passing along suddenly-sloppy-fitting pants to bless some other body. Where will they go? What adventures will their new owners find? I hope they're comfy! (Did I remember to empty the pockets?!)
Now that the seasons are changing, it's time to go through the clothes closet. I wonder what I'll discover there? Stay tuned!
xo, LD
Somehow, wondrously, I have lost a little weight over the summer (could it be the Greek yogurt, my new favorite food?) . . . so I'm passing along suddenly-sloppy-fitting pants to bless some other body. Where will they go? What adventures will their new owners find? I hope they're comfy! (Did I remember to empty the pockets?!)
Now that the seasons are changing, it's time to go through the clothes closet. I wonder what I'll discover there? Stay tuned!
xo, LD
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