I’ve been really into beets lately, specifically, roasted beet salad (I’m eating some right now) and it got me to thinking back to when I was 14 or 15 when I’d read in a magazine that cutting a beet open and rubbing the juice on your lips would stain them perfectly.
My grandfather had a garden and one day sent home a small bunch of beets for me…for my lips.
And it worked! I was so excited slicing into that first beet. I mean, it didn’t look Revlon lips, but hey man, I can’t complain too much.
That is all. I just wanted you to know how I feel about beets. ❤
As you may know, I lost my beloved Winston in mid-October and I continue to mourn him. I miss him beyond expectation and I still, at the very least, get a lump in my throat when I talk to him. More often than not, however, there are tears.
The other night I went out for Merry Christmas festivities with some girlfriends and had a little gift exchange. One gift bag had a big bottle of wine and a gorgeous pair of earrings. And a box. The box was light as air and when I opened it, it was full of tissue paper. When I put my hand in and felt the roundness of a ball, I knew exactly what it was. I said “Is this going to make me cry??”
Of course it made me cry. How amazingly thoughtful.
Late that night when I finally got home, I put the ornament on my tree. I made a special place for
it him – right in front where he belongs. Not much later I was on my couch watching an old SNL Christmas special, I heard a rustling under my tree – in and about the Christmas presents. I’m sure it was a bag of gifts shifting, but in my heart, I’m going to hang on to the belief that Winston is with me. In my heart and in spirit.
When my grandmother died of cancer, she had tons of quilting and sewing material leftover. My mom took it upon herself to use the remaining materials and make Christmas decorations for her siblings and the grandchildren. They mean the world to me, not only because they were my grandmother’s materials, but also because my mom made them out of love (and loss). And I display them with love every year.
Tell me a story about your favorite ornament and the sentiment (if any) behind it.
~Peace (on Earth)
Last night it snowed. And it snowed a lot. At least it snowed at Honey Boo Boo’s. It came down fast and heavy and covered the ground and the trees with a fierceness and a beauty that only December can bring.
And now it’s Sunday evening and it is raining – heavy and wet and mixed with ice. Rain that is coming down so fast and heavy with its own fierceness, I can hear it beating off the window. Weather that seemingly only Nova Scotia can bring.
And I’m pissed! I was all set to go to a community Christmas Tree lightening tonight with my BFF and her little one. My first tree lighting/community anything in a very long time. In fact, I was more than set. I was there. I parked just on the outskirts of town, all bundled up, and I walked to the centre where the “show” was supposed to happen. It had just started a bit of freezing rain when I left and I had my umbrella in hand, but I didn’t expect the down pour that’s happening outside right now. Let’s just say it’s a good thing I brought it.
Once Spanky and her mini-me and family arrived, we were told that the tree lighting happened a half hour before. Uh, what? It was supposed to happen at 6pm! But those mofos lit that damn tree up at 5:30. Grrr.
So, since it was raining, there was no point in standing around in the cold and damp, we said our goodbyes and I declined a drive back out of town to my car. I wanted the walk, regardless of the weather. And since I missed a tree lighting, I decides to take a picture of the decorated lawn trees I passed on my way in and out of town.
Ah well…It was a short 40 minute adventure that I rather enjoyed.
A very long time ago, at least 20 years, I cut my hair off because my best friend dared me to. That was the last time I had a major hair cut. I’ve been blond, I’ve had bangs, I’ve gone straight, but other than that, I’ve had little more than a trim.
I have naturally curly hair that often seems like a cross between Chewbacca and Kenny G., and the idea of cutting it off was terrifying. Mostly because it’s so hard to style. I have had hair envy for short (and long) ‘dos for a long time, but just never had the guts to go for it……
(Jules and Andy – Here’s your pic!)
I’m loving it! I am so happy with my decision to chop it off! I grinned all the way home that night. It feels so much healthier and it’s full of body and bounce! My hair was damaged from straightening and blow-drying for so long. I made the right decision.
And if cutting my hair off wasn’t enough to make me feel fantastic, the other night, Honey Boo Boo and I were at a grocery store. I came to the end of his lane to wait for him. When he was done, his cashier closed her register and was coming out of her cubby when saw me. She stopped dead in her tracks…I thought she was going to ask me if I was looking for something because she just glared at me and didn’t move. When she finally spoke she said “you are so beautiful”. I just looked at her and half laughed. She said “I’m serious. You are beautiful and you have the most gorgeous eyes and smile.”
Um…wow. That was completely unexpected. Thank you
grocery lady new best friend. That just added glory to how I have already been feeling. ❤
I’ve been very sad since my poor Winston died last month. I would never have expected that I would miss a cat so much…but whenever I think about him, I get a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes and almost always, the inevitable crying happens.
Then a week and a half ago, I smoked a deer with my car. Ugh!! My luck is sucktastic. Fortunately, I was able to brake a bit and just nailed him in the ass. But still….the thought of harming an animal – especially after losing my cat – is stressful and hard on the nerves…and heart. AND I’m out a car for a month. (The deer is fine, by the way. He was a big boy and kept on going.)
And last week we had a bunch of crap snow and ice storming here in Nova Scotia (schools were shut down for 3 days) and the roads were a mess so travel was limited.
Needless to say, with all that’s been going on, I’ve been feeling pretty blue.
So Saturday my best friend and I made a road trip into the City for all the Black Friday deals and Christmas shopping. We had a hoot of a time.
She is the girl that I laugh with most. We basically have our own language – some made up words, some singing, some animal sounds, and a whole lot of cursing.
And on top of spending the entire day with her outside of work (yep, we work together), I bought myself a new lipstick. A bright rosy color that is normally out of my pallet (and not for this time of year). Whowuddathunk that a lipstick could boost your mood? I mean, I always feel better with lipstick on anyway, but this pink is making me feel sassy and smiley!
The day in its entirety cheered me up.
Rainbow Johnson’s Rainbow Sweater
Do you watch Blackish? If not, you should. It’s a good show. It’s smart and funny and sometimes it showcases the best clothes (and sometimes the clothes are out there!).
Last year, Rainbow Johnson (Tracee Ellis Ross) wore the most gorgeous sweater. I felllll in love with it. I searched immediately online for it. It turns out, it’s a Marc Jacobs.
It is sold out at most stores but it is still available on therealreal.com for only $225!
But look how adorable it is.
And, while doing some Google research for this post, I found out that Taylor Swift wore the same sweater (while riding a cat unicorn, nonetheless) during a TV commercial. Apparently, my sweater is super popular.
But, since I don’t have Taylor Swift’s budget OR Tracee Ellis Ross’ budget, I have done some checking on Amazon and found some close calls.
Here’s the white one:
Which one do you like?
(Seriously, I love them both!)
…Taking pictures of your dinner. Unless you have a waiter setting your cheese on fire or there is a 7-tiered waffle cake going on, I don’t need your photos of Mac and Cheese and mashed potatoes spamming up my feed!
…Reading your phone while walking! Seriously. You’re going to get hurt. Especially if I run your ass over. PUT THE PHONE DOWN and get out of the middle of the street.
…Using “I” and “me” in the wrong context. You sound stupid. This isn’t rocket science.
…Tagging me in rando crap on Facebook with another 47 people. Really…this is basically chain mail, isn’t it? Stop it.
…Posting pictures or videos of abused animals. I don’t want to see it. I just lost my cat. I DO NOT want to see photos of animals being tortured or neglected. JUST STOP. You’re not making a difference. We know it’s happening. I don’t want it creeping into my nightmares. THERE ARE WAYS TO HELP. Facebook is not necessarily the way.
…Wearing shoes you can’t walk in. I’m talking to you girl with the 3 inch stilettos hobbling along, bent over at the waist, trying to stay upright. If you can’t walk in them, don’t wear them. You shouldn’t look like a newborn deer or Mr. Magoo.
…Saying you’re not eating carbs. Especially when you don’t know what a carb is. Your body needs carbs. Carrots are carbs. Apples are carbs. (And don’t even get me started on Keto!!)
End of rant. For now.
Winston died 4 weeks ago today. This morning, actually. And although I am still in full devastation mode, the days have been seemingly a teensy bit better. I can’t imagine I’ll ever get over this loss, but I’m managing.
The morning he died, we had a delivery to my office and one of the delivery men was my friend’s “little” brother. I say that but I suppose once you hit a certain age, you stop referring to people as little anything. I was surprised to see him because he is not our usual delivery person. But there were two of them so he might have been in training that morning.
My office door had been closed most of that day because I was bawling the entire day and just honestly didn’t feel like talking to anyone. But for some reason, my door was open when these guys came in. I think maybe someone had been in back with me checking on me. Little Brother and the other delivery guy popped around the corner to make their way downstairs and spotted me in my office….crying. I said hello, as one does, and they both stopped with sheer concern on their respective faces and asked if I was okay. My coworker announced the news that my Winston had just died that morning. They both expressed condolences, and Little Brother came right in and gave me a big hug. He started exclaiming to his colleague that “Sandy is the love of my life. I have loved her since I was 10 years old!”
Apparently, I was Little Brother’s big crush. I had no idea. His sister and I were such good friend in high school and the years that followed and spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. How did I not know this? Maybe it’s because he was Little Brother. Just a cute little blond teddy bear that always says hi and hugs me through the years when we see each other. I never thought twice about it….
But would you look at that? I was someone else’s Jordan Catalano.