Go Big Or Go Home
It’s been 14 days since I last posted. FOURTEEN. I suck at this blogging thing so far. And Twitter, too.
I started a post last week after I went to pay bills on PAYDAY Friday. I haven’t finished it yet.
Today I’m feeling a little ill. There is not enough tea on the planet to satiate me. I’m achy, and then hot, and then cold. Blah.
In the past 14 days I have done some creative shopping at The Body Shop, returning some products from the kit I got when I signed up to be a Body Shop At Home representative. I was quite tickled with myself.
I also found a set of 10 Williams-Sonoma missing bowls and some towels, from when we got married, over two years ago. I’m giving the bowls to a friend who’s engaged. My husband and I clearly didn’t miss them. The rolling pin, however, that we have still not been able to find, we are missing terribly.
I cleaned out the garage, sorted through winter clothes and found some professional portraits, empty photo frames and a small glass dish that I bought in Italy.
I flew to Filthadelphia, and spent a weekend with my husband, my family and got to see some of our friends and favorite places for the first time since we moved. It was awesome.
This could be why I’m not feeling well. At one point my husband said you have to “go big or go home”. So we went big.
I just noticed my last post is up there twice. Wow, see, really need to get better at this!
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Let Me Entertain You
This morning I weaved my way in and out of traffic to avoid one of those trucks that carries all the cars. There weren’t any cars on it, but he was moving along rather quickly and I wanted him to see me, and be out of his way. It was fun, made me feel like I was home again. This is just a random thought I feel compelled to share. That is all.
Yesterday after work I went to the mall. I have no more eye make-up remover. I’ve been using the products from my Body Shop kit. I hate the foundation. The problem is, I’m so bloody poor that I’ve been using everything I have laying around, because it’s FREE. And FREE IS GOOD. So, I go to Macy’s, with my empty bottle and compact and when it comes time to close the deal, I find that my Macy’s card has a balance that I need to pay before I can buy anything else. EEEK! I bought a handbag a few weeks ago and still have not received a bill for it. Today I will call Macys. I GOT DENIED MY NEW MAKE-UP. Boo.
Also, the woman that was helping me had a thick accent, of the eastern European variety and used it to speak quickly and sign me up for some charity thing where I pay $25 and then all my purchases from now to the end of the year, blah blah. I’m happy that I was denied, I didn’t want to sign up for this thing anyways. The whole experience left a bitter taste in my mouth.
On to Ann Taylor LOFT, the mother ship, Mecca, HEAVEN ON EARTH for me, where I returned 2 sweaters and a camisole. Mostly because I spent too much money the last time I was there (what was that about being bloody poor?) and also these sweaters are SWEATERS. I live in Florida and have buckets full of sweaters in the garage, I do not need two more.
Then I went to Vikki’s, where I have not been in AGES, and bought myself some much needed underwear and three new bras. And wooo, baby, I am feeling pretty today!
This morning I weaved my way in and out of traffic to avoid one of those trucks that carries all the cars. There weren’t any cars on it, but he was moving along rather quickly and I wanted him to see me, and be out of his way. It was fun, made me feel like I was home again. This is just a random thought I feel compelled to share. That is all.
Yesterday after work I went to the mall. I have no more eye make-up remover. I’ve been using the products from my Body Shop kit. I hate the foundation. The problem is, I’m so bloody poor that I’ve been using everything I have laying around, because it’s FREE. And FREE IS GOOD. So, I go to Macy’s, with my empty bottle and compact and when it comes time to close the deal, I find that my Macy’s card has a balance that I need to pay before I can buy anything else. EEEK! I bought a handbag a few weeks ago and still have not received a bill for it. Today I will call Macys. I GOT DENIED MY NEW MAKE-UP. Boo.
Also, the woman that was helping me had a thick accent, of the eastern European variety and used it to speak quickly and sign me up for some charity thing where I pay $25 and then all my purchases from now to the end of the year, blah blah. I’m happy that I was denied, I didn’t want to sign up for this thing anyways. The whole experience left a bitter taste in my mouth.
On to Ann Taylor LOFT, the mother ship, Mecca, HEAVEN ON EARTH for me, where I returned 2 sweaters and a camisole. Mostly because I spent too much money the last time I was there (what was that about being bloody poor?) and also these sweaters are SWEATERS. I live in Florida and have buckets full of sweaters in the garage, I do not need two more.
Then I went to Vikki’s, where I have not been in AGES, and bought myself some much needed underwear and three new bras. And wooo, baby, I am feeling pretty today!
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Homesick
One day last week at work I got to tell the story about the squirrels who would steal the socks from the clothesline that Mom always put out on the deck. Dad was sitting in his chair, and happened to see, out of the corner of his eye, a critter with sock in mouth scurry up the tree. And when he looked up the tree, he saw some other socks weaved into the nest. Until then, Mom couldn’t understand how so many socks went missing.
When I go home in a few weeks I want the green gingham pillow with my name on it, from when I was little. And I want my mother’s date nut bread recipe.
When my mother was alive we would always get teary at the reveal on the make-over shows. I still watch the make-over shows and I still get teary. It isn’t as much fun on the couch by myself.
I can’t wait to go home. 
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A Thousand Days In Venice
I just finished reading A Thousand Days in Venice, by Marlene De Blasi. This is completely not related to my previous and first ever post here at calamityshana about my getting engaged in Venice. It’s just that I always mark the pages of my favorite quotes as I read a book and I want a place to share them. Well, lookie here! I can share them on my very own blog!
”I knew a man who said, ‘Some people ripen, some rot. We grow, sometimes, but we never change. Can’t do it. No one can. Who we are is fixed. There isn’t a soul who can unfix another soul, not even his own,’ he said.” p.143
“Living as a couple never means that each gets half. You must take turns at giving more than getting. It’s not the same as a bow to the other whether to dine out rather than in, or which one gets massaged that evening with oil of calendula; there are seasons in the life of a couple that function, I think, a little like a night watch. One stands guard, often for a long time, providing the serenity in which the other can work at something. Usually that something is sinewy and full of spines. One goes inside the dark place while the other one stays outside, holding up the moon.” p.147
“Guests on the terraces of Hotel Europa e Regina and the Monaco, as well as our own at the Bauer, wave and shout, and for a moment I float above the little tableau, believing, not believing, it is my tableau. This is happening to all of us, I think. This wedding, these spangles of sunlight, this glissade through blue water, the old sweet faces of the palazzi looking down, this pink-washed peace is for all of us. This is for everyone who was ever lonely. How I wish I could give away pieces of this day like loaves of warm bread.” p186
When I was reading the chapters of this book about the wedding, I was on a plane, delayed on the tarmac for three hours. I cried and cried as I read, squeezed between two other women. I didn’t feel like explaining to them that I ALWAYS cry at weddings. Even in books. So I just kept reading and wiping tears away, hoping they would leave me alone, and they did.
It was in those chapters that I marked all these passages that I liked. Sitting on a plane, on the tarmac, attending a wedding in Venice.
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A Good Place To Start
This photo was taken the day before I got engaged.
I got engaged in Venice on January 2nd, 2005. It rained the whole time we were there, and after dinner that night, Adam wanted to go for a walk. I did not. Everyone else went back to the warm, dry hotel. We went for a walk. We walked along the canal, and stopped to watch the boats and the rain fall, and it was cold and damp. I remember he pulled me close, and that he asked me to marry him, and that he didn’t get down on one knee because it was wet. I don’t remember anything other than the words “will you marry me?” come out of this mouth. It was very much a Charlie Brown moment, I couldn’t believe it was happening. I cried, he cried, we kissed, and walked through the streets of Venice. I was suddenly elated, and didn’t care about the rain at all.
Before we left for this trip, Adam interviewed for a job, and thought it went well, and thought that he would get it. He did not. He asked me to marry him without a ring. He didn’t want to bring me all the way to Venice and not propose.
So we picked a hand blown glass ring from one of the shops. It was perfect.
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