What. A. Day!
Yesterday didn’t end until ridonkulous’o’clock this morning (I won’t say the hour, because I know I’ll get a text from WonderAunty within moments of posting this, to tell me that I should be looking after myself better, and how sleep is important, yo!) because I was up getting my ‘fix’ (as is my wont of a weekend) of American Bloggy Friends.
For anyone who doesn’t quite follow, let me explain.
You’ve heard of ‘Friendzoned‘, right?
Well this is totally different, but also kind of the same.
When a person you’d really like to befriend and real-time chat with, is in a vastly different time-zone, thus automatically precluding you from participating in said friendship within normal waking hours.
Calvin: So did you manage to chat with Jon last night?
Linus: No, man, I got freakin’ timezoned!
So now you know. And you might begin to have some idea how great it is not to worry about work the next morning and to be able to stay up late and indulge in some Class-A* conversations (1), as well as possibly one of the most bizarre Twitter conversations I’ve ever participated in (and yes, that includes the ones about visiting Neptune on Orca)
This morning I was awoken by the
dulcet manic tones of Niece and Neff arriving, along with all their bags and chattels, ready for a Day Of Fun With Aunty Lizzi. Unfortunately as I was still in my pyjamas, they had to wait a while, but at least Niece saw an opportunity for second breakfast (a vital part of learning to be a Hobbit) and Neff was distractable with conversation, after every other sentence became “But I’m still bored and don’t know what to do!”
Meanwhile, on the internet…I was still panicking about where to get this damn party outfit sourced, and remembered that a friend had recommended a vintage clothes shop in the next city over. “Aha! NOW I know what to do with the kids today!”
I gave them a quick phonecall to enquire about the availability and price of a fur stole. The very nice lady confirmed that yes, she had one, and yes, it was affordable. (2)
Me: “Hey kids – we’re going to go on an amazing adventure to find a magical piece of clothing.”
Off we went and happenstance should have it that we discovered A PUMPKIN PATCH on the way! (3)
“Oho”, thought I, “A chance to finally participate in this epic celebration of autumn and all things pumpkin I see spread liberally throughout the Blogosphere.”
Admittedly, it was signposted off the wrong side of a 60mph zone, so I bookmarked it in my mind as a place to come back to, but it looked amazing, with a massive field full of giantish, bright-orange globes spread liberally around, and people wandering between the rows of Cucurbitaceae.
We arrived in the little town I was aiming for, found a free parking space (4) and went to find the shop of awesome vintage clothes.
Which we found with little ado, on the high street, opposite the church, just as instructed by the owner on the phone. Win!
It. Was. GORGEOUS! (5) And with a name like ‘What Alice Found‘, how could you not love it completely?
It was full of absolutely exquisite vintage clothes, hats, accessories, scarves, jewellery, shoes…and the all-important stole.
Honey-brown fur, slender, long, with cute little pockets. I excitedly flung down my bag and put it on.
Not just a little bit horrible, but really, a lot horrible. Like a big, furryish scarf/jacket/thing gone wrong. And the colour made me look ill.
Such disappointment, especially after an hour’s drive.
Me: Um, you don’t have any others, do you?
Nice shop lady: No, sorry. We don’t have any other stoles. We do have a couple of capes though.
Me: *eyes light up* Capes…?
She walked past me to another rail, and pulled off a garment of UTTER perfection (6). I swirled it around my shoulders, looked in the mirror and saw that it was exactly right. Then, with my heart in my throat, knowing that I would pay LOTS for this, I asked the price.
Only £5 more than the ugly stole. SOLD!!
|The most glamorous article of clothing I own…|
We went for lunch at that point, and Neff found us a cafe with a wonderful woman who let the kids choose their own sandwich fillings and didn’t complain that they picked combinations which weren’t even close to those offered on the menu. She even brought them to the table ahead of mine, so that they could get on with eating and wouldn’t have to wait. She was such a sweet, considerate cafe owner, and I’ve rarely bought my lunch from someone so thoughtful. In fact, I think I never have, and I made sure I told her at the end how much I’d appreciated it. She was just lovely (7).
At the end of the meal, the following conversation happened: (8)
Neff: Can we go to the garlic shop before we go home?
Me: The garlic shop? What garlic shop?
Neff: No, not the garlic shop – the GARLIC shop! With a garlic.
Me: *confused* Which shop with a garlic in?
Neff: The one with the GARLIC and Dr Who…*looking incredulous*
Me: *in fits of laughter* OHHHHH! The DARLEK shop! You mean the geek store! With Dr Who and a Darlek in the window?
Neff: Yes, that’s what I said *giggling* the GARLIC shop…
We went to the garlic shop and bought some assorted nerdy crap, including a silly little Green Lantern ring for Husby (just so he knew he was remembered, and could Be Like Sheldon a little bit more)
Then we got back in the car and motored to the pumpkin patch.
Alas, the weather saw us coming, and the dark clouds which had been threatening all day, burst with aplomb, rendering the idea of any patch-wandering utterly unattractive. So we popped into the kiosk instead, and each chose a tiny ‘pumpkin’ (9)
|Not that you can tell, but it’s palm-sized|
Then we all came home, I fell (utterly spent) into bed for a nap, while Husby watched the children, and they watched Bewitched, and all were at peace.
When I got up, I took Niece and Neff with me to help feed the two chickens I’m looking after for friends, while they’re away.
I discovered two big notes on the table, and an assortment of small, intriguing, newspaper-wrapped parcels, with days of the week taped to them.
The note said(ish)
“Snowdrop and Lily wanted to thank you for looking after them by sharing some of their corn with you (it’s their favourite) but they like it too much to share, so they’ve left you these instead. Some of the gifts are quite odd (after all, they are chickens) and there’s one for each day, but of course, you can only open them one at a time, when you’re here.”
Such sweet, awesome friends (and friends’ chickens) I have (10). My first present was a packet of strawberry flavoured raisins, which I am fascinated to try (and may or may not soak in brandy beforehand**)
So there you have it. An awesome (if tired) day, and a moment of sheer, previously-unheard-of glamour!
What’s been your favourite item of clothing over the weekend? Are you thankful for it? Share it here…
**Longstanding poacher joke. Cos I know poaching tricks (don’t ask) and Christine refuses to test them on her recalcitrant chickens so I can find out if they work.