Wednesday, November 15
Mmmm, Mmmm, Good!
Contrary to what the title might suggest (depending on how old you are), this is NOT a Campbell's Soup post.
Today it is a deliciously dreary day. Gray skies, fallish temps, and my favorite part--a relentless, rhythmic rainfall beating an uneven liquid cadence on rooftop and ground, drumrolling music not just to my ears b
ut to my soul. I absolutely LOVE weather like this, especially when I have the luxury of appreciating it from the coziness of home. Perhaps a blazing fire in our fireplace would be the "chocolate shavings" on top of a mile-high mound of whipped cream, topping a venti-sized mug of hot chocolate....sigh...but at least I have the hot chocolate and whipped cream.
Because days like this are the exception, not the rule, I can appreciate them. If I lived in Seattle I'd probably smack someone like me who's pollyanna-ing what could be viewed as a miserable, wet, traffic-nightmare-causing rainfall. Our drive time to school this morning took three times as long as normal; good thing I left early, we barely made it by the ring of the first bell. If too many days of sunshine and blue skies elude, this tune of mine begins to falter, but for now, my spirit sings.
Perhaps part of my demeanor is tied to some of my favorite "friends" who get to visit between now and Spring--sweaters and jeans and thick socks, oh my! My preferred "uniform" when it's cool enough is a vee-neck long-sleeved white tee and my favorite pair of blue jeans, worn well from having been worn often..."soft" in all the right places that make them unique to my DNA. I don't care WHAT happened in "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants", nobody else's jeans glove you the way your favorite pair of jeans hugs your southern half. Do I hear an "Amen!"? Why, yes, I think I hear a few.
But my primo-most favoritest outfit from last year is what I am wearing today. Mmmmmm, I'm in textile texture heaven! I wish you could touch me (now THAT'LL bring out the freaks, YIKES! rephrase, rephrase QUICKLY), let's make that my arm and kneecap. A pair of velveteen pants and a cozy sweater, and at least while I'm home, a pair of outrageous chenille socks of my daughter's (she has quite the sock collection--while no slave to fashion, she LURVES her comfort, cozylicious, chenille sock collection....shhhh, so do I; they're "her precious"). When I'm out and about later on today, I will most likely be the receiver of many a sideways glance, as observers notice me unconsciously hugging myself. This sweater still feels as good as I remember.
Ooooo, and one of the sursies my husband gave me for our anniversary is a NEW sweate
r made of the same plush yarn!! I would have that on today, but since I've worn it three times since Saturday, it's in the wash. In case you're wondering (and by now, I know you aren't), this picture is not me, although it wouldn't surprise me if the face recognition gurus at myheritage.com said I look 87% like an Asian model. It could be worse...they could say I look like Little Richard or something;).
Today it is a deliciously dreary day. Gray skies, fallish temps, and my favorite part--a relentless, rhythmic rainfall beating an uneven liquid cadence on rooftop and ground, drumrolling music not just to my ears b
ut to my soul. I absolutely LOVE weather like this, especially when I have the luxury of appreciating it from the coziness of home. Perhaps a blazing fire in our fireplace would be the "chocolate shavings" on top of a mile-high mound of whipped cream, topping a venti-sized mug of hot chocolate....sigh...but at least I have the hot chocolate and whipped cream.Because days like this are the exception, not the rule, I can appreciate them. If I lived in Seattle I'd probably smack someone like me who's pollyanna-ing what could be viewed as a miserable, wet, traffic-nightmare-causing rainfall. Our drive time to school this morning took three times as long as normal; good thing I left early, we barely made it by the ring of the first bell. If too many days of sunshine and blue skies elude, this tune of mine begins to falter, but for now, my spirit sings.
Perhaps part of my demeanor is tied to some of my favorite "friends" who get to visit between now and Spring--sweaters and jeans and thick socks, oh my! My preferred "uniform" when it's cool enough is a vee-neck long-sleeved white tee and my favorite pair of blue jeans, worn well from having been worn often..."soft" in all the right places that make them unique to my DNA. I don't care WHAT happened in "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants", nobody else's jeans glove you the way your favorite pair of jeans hugs your southern half. Do I hear an "Amen!"? Why, yes, I think I hear a few.
But my primo-most favoritest outfit from last year is what I am wearing today. Mmmmmm, I'm in textile texture heaven! I wish you could touch me (now THAT'LL bring out the freaks, YIKES! rephrase, rephrase QUICKLY), let's make that my arm and kneecap. A pair of velveteen pants and a cozy sweater, and at least while I'm home, a pair of outrageous chenille socks of my daughter's (she has quite the sock collection--while no slave to fashion, she LURVES her comfort, cozylicious, chenille sock collection....shhhh, so do I; they're "her precious"). When I'm out and about later on today, I will most likely be the receiver of many a sideways glance, as observers notice me unconsciously hugging myself. This sweater still feels as good as I remember.
Ooooo, and one of the sursies my husband gave me for our anniversary is a NEW sweate
r made of the same plush yarn!! I would have that on today, but since I've worn it three times since Saturday, it's in the wash. In case you're wondering (and by now, I know you aren't), this picture is not me, although it wouldn't surprise me if the face recognition gurus at myheritage.com said I look 87% like an Asian model. It could be worse...they could say I look like Little Richard or something;).
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Bloglines seems to be working again, and unless you have it would my not realise that you don't actually get the true blog page, just the post and any pictures.
The reason I just spent an hour writing that, is to explain how it was that when I started reading your post I thought I was reading Ree, that is until I came to... "rhythmic rainfall beating an uneven liquid cadence on rooftop and ground, drumrolling music not just to my ears but to my soul" WTF!!!
It was then that I knew that Toto and I weren't in Oklahoma anymore.
WT: 1) I have Bloglines, thank you very much. 2) Bite me! 3) I was friggin' waxing poetic because of the rain 4) I'm telling Bentley and Buddy and the B-kitties that you're cheating on them with some mutt named Toto. 5) You must be REALLY OLD b/c you don't seem to remember you live in Australia...in the bush, not the outback;). 6) You can get away with MOCKING ME only because....it made me giggle. Out loud. (and I really would like to call you something ugly, but ***BIG SIGH*** my kids :/.
Laurel, thanks sweetie.
I used to love days like that...until I moved to Baltimore and endless gray winter days just sapped me....I still love a good thunderstorm though...but the kind that blows right on through..
My favorite cup-o-java would look exactly like the photo there.
My favorite pants? I think I've decided the ones I got on the clearance rack at a clearance store yesterday (some store with a number and loads of stuff - none of which has a theme of any sort). They're Gap, which is very un-me. They're sweats, which is very MUCH me. And they're bright blue, so I may not wear them anywhere but home;)
But COMFY!!!!
cool, about the sweater -- I'm still waiting for a snuggle-into-a-sweater-day -- maybe in February.
You're not asian? I so thought that was you in the pic -- you know, they say 1 out of every 5 Americans is asian
Well its only November and I already am SICK TO DEATH of the rain....rain rain rain all day long - mucking up my birdseed, leaving big wet muddy puddles by the backdoor, leaking inside my mailbox, frizzing out my hair, and making me just dang depressed.
It is that time of year when I am constantly drying off a wet cat, wiping up muddy dog prints, and desperately looking for a little bit of sunshine.
and I still have a good 5 months more to go of it. sigh.
But, yes - I LOVE my big comfy sweaters. The softer the better!!!!
mmm!!! you should live up here--you could wear it from Oct to May!
Well, I live in that Northwest city you made mention of... but I'm not about to sock-it-to-you! Those of us who have stayed here have either grown webbed feet, or have flown the coop. As for me, I dream continually of sunny southern climes. (My daughter gave me a pair of purple mohair socks a few years ago, and I mostly wear them to bed.) Today was grey and dreary, the commute pure liquid, but I brightened the whole scenario by hanging a Christmas wreath on our front door. Give me FL or CA anytime! Enjoy your cosy though Robin, I do understand... lol! :~)
Send some rain down here to Oklahoma guys! We need it really bad!
Oh, and I want to know where he got the sweater. I want one.
The more I look at the sweater she's wearing, the more I want one....
Kelly, I COULD DRINK THIS PICTURE!!!
Karmyn...feelin'...your...pain :/. Sorry I pollyanna-ed out on you ;).
To all y'all who have MORE THAN ENOUGH of this weather...sor-ry...I live in a four-season climate, so I have the luxury of lovin' them all :D!
Janice, you may not know this, but I'm missing you :)...loved those early email exchanges (and your thoughts on my Dr. K post....). Gotta find 5 more minutes or something ;). I'll ask my daughter if she'll share her warm fuzzies.....
Julie, sounds like there's enough rain to go around if we could figure out how to share it.
BTW, the sweater is J. Jill and it is......MUCHO FABULOUSO!!!
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