Before I begin this screed, I just want to send my congratulations to cinnamon upon her retirement! Hoping for all happy days ahead, doing whatever it is you want to do!!
We’re bracing for our first real Winter storm – apparently this is a big’un, big enough that Amtrak is suspending quite a few lines in anticipation of the 6-12 inches we’re supposed to get. YIKES! I had to go to ‘town’ to do some Adulting and decided to stop at Kroger on the way out for completely nonessential goods (the best kind!) – omg. Hey – do you remember when COVID first hit and there was talk of grocery stores shutting down? Yeah, like that. Only worse. I guess if 6-12 inches of snow is scheduled you really do need to buy 22 cases of Dr Pepper and 48 pizzas!
I bought Mallomars. Because Mallomars! I I won’t even open them – just knowing they’re in the house, though, makes me happy! They’re not easy to come by here in the Midwest so having seen them and NOT getting them would make me crazy – especially during Snowmaggedon, when there’s no safe access to civilization anyway, let alone a 35mile trek to get a box of stupid cookies.
I’m also breathing a YUUUUGE! sigh of relief as I write this, my beloved Posse. The Hollerdays Iz OVAH! Sweet Green Gravy, how I dislike the Winter holidays – all the icky stuff seems to happen then – maybe it’s the enforced jollity – and that whole ‘cramming all that into one (or two, if Christmas Eve is your jam) day. The stress! The expectations! Oh, the humanity!
Other than that, it’s just lovely!
And I’m kinda/sorta kidding – but if I think too long on it, probably not. But now it’s done for another year and I can stop whining about it and, instead, whine about Even Dumber Stuff.
Like: What Not to Wear (to Bed)…? Mine? Mine is (and remains) Mitsouko. You’d think I’d remember – I absolutely adore Mitsy (especially the vintage) and can wear the living snot out of it during the day – sashaying around like a discount Bette Davis – as if I owned the world. Come nightfall, however, that Girl had better be showered off (or at least so faint as to be nearly nonexistent ) – deliberate application need not be… well.. applied. It’s like going to bed with an anaconda! First, I can’t breathe – then I can’t figure out why I can’t breathe… I definitely can’t fall asleep because She has me in her coils and is NOT letting go. Eventually we reach detente and I am able to tumble into an uneasy slumber – only to be tortured by nightmares! 3 times I’ve tried to wear her to bed and 3 times She’s et mah LUNCH! So… if you hear me whining about Her at bedtime yet again, feel free to hit me with something HORD! because it’s not like She hasn’t warned me. What’s yours?
The rise of the Fruity Floral. I don’t think I’m trying to recapture my Lost Youth (hope not, anyway – I try not to be an Age Nazi but… well… anyhoo)…. I’m spending my Winter days in the oddest things! I expected to be in Ubar and leathers – instead I’m in JUICY COUTURE? What the actual hockey sticks?!!! (insert shrug emoji because…. shrug). I bought a bottle on deep discount because my stepsister loved it and I was missing her – and suddenly I’m wearing it – a LOT! huh. Ditto Hermes Pamplemousse Rose which is gorgeous but about as fleeting as a snowflake. Then again, Winter is citrus season and the pamplemousse rose are looking particularly fetching and that brings me to a bit of snark: reading comments on the scent (I was going to give you the notes but I just did) I came upon one that gave it one star, saying “I don’t smell any rose”. I’mo just leave that here. And yes, I’m probably going straight to hockey sticks for being such a snoot – eh, I’ll bring the Krug.
Btw – Juicy Couture garners a LOT of compliments. Huh.
Winners! Bet you thought I forgot. I did not. I’m just slow this time of year – heck, I’m almost in torpor! Kathleen and Dina C! Shout me a holla at my gmail (evilauntieanitaAT) with your details.
Wishing you all the very best New Year!!! Full of joy, love, happiness and all the good things!