Friday, September 20, 2019

Friday Favorites

I wouldn't ordinarily mention The Purge in a Friday Favorites post, but, I did experience one truly happy moment while digging through some crap that Oscar and Emily contributed to the sale, and I think it deserves a mention. See, I have been on the hunt for a particular item for years, now. The item was a vintage thermos; one of the plaid ones with the cap that doubles as a cup. One in decent shape (not too dented, rusted, missing the cup, etc.) in antique stores cost around $30, and, I never could quite bring myself to spend that much money on something that I wanted primarily for decorative purposes. So, when Hugh pulled this little number out of Oscar and Emily's stuff...


...I squealed like a schoolgirl. A really, really loud schoolgirl. Although I had never seen one in the wild, I knew immediately what it was and I grabbed that bad boy out of Hugh's hands and made a mad dash for the house, where I secreted it away before he could put a sale sticker on it. The fact that the set is complete and in pristine shape is akin to a miracle and I could not be more happy.


I'll use the set for holiday decor as well as in fall photo sessions; I'm thinking they will get a lot of use.

Speaking of decor, I got a few new fall pieces for display in my dining room and on my fireplace mantle, and, I'm really loving the neutral color palette. I'll pull out the traditional autumn colors when I decorate for Thanksgiving, but, for the transitional time between summer and Halloween, these colors can't be beat.





And, speaking of transitioning to autumn colors; I got a pedicure today, using this awesome red shade from OPI


It takes the place of the coral shade that was previously on my toes. Which, funny story, when I had my toes done last month, the nail tech didn't give me back my polish (I always take my own bottle; one, because I have spent a small fortune on OPI and I need to get my money's worth out of it, and, two, because I have a suspicion that nail salons thin out their polishes to make them last longer, which, makes for pedicures that chip more quickly. Am I right? Don't know. But I do know that when I take my own polish, my pedicures last for ages. Anyhoodle...). I got all the way home before it occurred to me that I hadn't gotten the bottle back, and, frankly, I was bummed. Oh, not bummed enough to drive all the way back into town to reclaim it, but, bummed enough to remember it today when I went back to the salon, where, miraculously, I found the bottle mixed in among their inventory. So, I took it back. Having it again is a favorite.

And, one last thing for today: my roses are in their fall bloom and they are gorgeous.









Happy Friday!


Thursday, September 19, 2019

The Skeletons Are Out of the Closet

When Queen B came to the house last week to clean out her childhood bedroom, she asked me to make sure that my skeletons were out of her closet so that she could get to her stuff. That probably sounds like an odd request to most people, but, in our household, it's actually quite normal.

Since I was getting them out of the closet, I figured I may as well go ahead and let them have the run of the house, at least until a little closer to Halloween, when they will be pressed into service in the front yard, as entertainment for the neighborhood children, like last year, and, the year before, and the year before that, etc., etc.






Queen B actually shook her head and sighed when she saw them; it's like she doesn't know me at all.


Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Life After The Purge

I would love to say that things here have returned to normal, that my house is back in order, with everything in its' place, but, that would be a big 'ol lie. Instead, I have items scattered about on counter tops, tables, and, every other stationery item of furniture available. The items await their assignment to now empty closets, drawers, and attics and it is only due to a lack of free time that they haven't been put away yet.

I now feel less like a hoarder and more like a generally poor housekeeper, but, I am surprisingly ok with that.

So, what have I been doing with my time? Working. Renewing my dedication to my diet and exercise program. Sitting on my ass, watching television (in my defense, there have been some really great shows on Netflix!). And, managing my side hustle, most recently; doing a senior session for the daughter of one of my very favorite coworkers at Day Job.


She's a beauty, and, such a doll to work with.





I have several more senior sessions scheduled for this month, the proceeds of which are earmarked for my Greece Fund, which, is well on its' way, thanks to The Purge.

Bonus.


Monday, September 16, 2019

Getting Rich a Quarter at a Time

So, Chelle, how did that yard sale go? Thanks for asking! It went better than I imagined it would on Friday afternoon, when, I was wandering about my house, cringing at the piles of stuff littering every surface...




I was thisclose to a mental breakdown when The Lesbians arrived to help sort through all the crap and to talk me down from the ledge. I rewarded them by sending them home with a trunk full of crap at the end of the evening. They seemed happy with the trade-off, and, I hope they think of me fondly when they wind up selling it all at their yard sale some years down the road.

Queen B arrived shortly before The Lesbians left and she took up where they left off, arranging tables, pricing the larger items, and generally discouraging me from throwing my hands in the air and heading for Mexico.

Saturday morning, we were up with the sun; I had barely managed the first sip of my coffee before our first customer hit the driveway, and, it was pretty much non-stop haggling for the remainder of the day.




While we were dealing with the masses, Boomer was living his best life; dropping his ball at the feet of every man, woman, and child who came within a foot of him. By the end of the day, he was so exhausted, Hugh couldn't even rouse him from his napping to play their nightly game of fetch.

During the sale, we also attempted to dress him like Yoda, but that was mainly for our entertainment.


Anyhoodle, by the end of the day, we had gotten rid of quite a bit of inventory, but, there was more than enough left over for a second day, so, we hauled it all back out again on Sunday. I was sure we would have a slow day, but, to my surprise, we had a steady stream of customers, and, by five o'clock, all that was left of the sale was a small pile of items...


...which we had hauled off by the local Junk Man, thus named because he makes his living by driving around in an old pickup, scavenging yard sales, landfills, dumpsters, and alleys, in search of items he can add to his permanent sale, located in his front yard.

No judgment; I was just happy to see him haul away our rejects.

So, I can now say that we finally had that yard sale that I have been threatening/planning/avoiding for at least the last three years. And, we made a little over a grand doing it! Plus, Queen B made about five hundred on her stuff, and, I was able to give away a bunch of nicer things to friends who stopped by, including BCPE (Booster Club President Extraordinaire), whom I haven't seen in far too long, an old coworker, who quit Day Job at least five years ago, and, The Lesbians, as I said earlier.

I also have a clean and organized attic, several empty drawers, closets that are cleared out and ready to be reorganized with my remaining crap, and, a general sense of personal accomplishment.

And, I did mention that we made over a grand, right?

Best part? I don't have to do it again for at least another decade.

And all the hoarders said Amen.



Thursday, September 12, 2019

The Best of Baltimore

I got back from Baltimore yesterday, after having spent three days enjoying all of the hospitality that Charm City has to offer. I have to say, the nickname is fitting; everyone I met was utterly charming.

I arrived in Baltimore Sunday evening, after a day spent dashing between flights at three different airports. Once I got to the hotel, I freshened up a bit and enjoyed the views from my room before meeting a coworker I was traveling with for a stroll along the waterfront and dinner at a small Irish pub located just around the block from the hotel. Not a bad way to spend the first evening.


Monday and Tuesday were busy with workshops and sessions, but, we did find time to do a little more exploring of the city, and, I discovered  that one of my favorite parts of Baltimore was Little Italy.


Monday evening, a coworker and I walked block after block after block of the area, soaking in the sights, including the period architecture...



...a bocci ball tournament being played by a very enthusiastic group of locals...


...and the amazing chalk art leftover from the annual art festival that had been held a week earlier...





...we dined in a fantastic little Italian restaurant, called Tagliata, where I had an awesome roasted red and yellow pepper bruschetta and chicken Marsala that was to die for. The waitstaff was entertaining and knowledgeable, and, at the end of the meal, they served us complimentary shots of lemoncello. I had never tried lemoncello before and, now, I'm wondering what took me so long.






Since I was still on Colorado time, I wasn't tired after dinner, so I walked back down to the harbor, where I spent an hour in my Happy Place, aka: A Giant ASS Bookstore.



I had visited this Barnes & Nobel two years ago while I was at the same conference, and I was itching to get back there, so, thank you, insomnia!

Tuesday, following our sessions, my coworker and I hopped at train to DC for a tour of the Holocaust Museum, but, that's a story that deserves its' own post, so, instead I will talk about dinner, which was at a soul food restaurant that my coworker had been raving about since eating there a few years earlier. He was psyched to go back. Like, psyched. So, we went to a somewhat sketchy side of town for a meal that was....underwhelming.

Not terrible, just...underwhelming. Like, even the coworker admitted that it was not really as great as he had remembered it. So ,that was a bit of a bummer, but, when else am I going to be able to say that I spent $24 on a big 'ol pile of kale?


 (at least the cheese board was tasty)...


Anyhoodle, Baltimore, you rock!  And, despite the President's concerns, I can truthfully say; I didn't see a single giant rodent the entire time I was there.

That would not have been charming.