It's 6:30 a.m. and 41 degrees outside.
Yesterday I had the bright (warm & well-rested) idea to get up today, at the butt crack of dawn it seems, and enjoy a fall morning moseying about the annual church Holiday Bazaars scattered throughout our wee little town.
It's 6:31 a.m. and 41 degrees outside and I think that was one of the worst ideas. Ever.
I'm cold & crabby and currently swathed with mismatched layers of flannel, and the mere notion of having to change into stiff albeit clean jeans paired with a matching cardigan, comb my hair and tidy up various body parts - to maintain the facade of 'respectable adult & productive member of society' - has all the allure of climbing Mt. Everest at 9.5 months pregnant.
At this point in the early morning festivities, I don't care if they are selling Holy Fudge or grandma's vintage diamonds for a dollar. I am not, nor ever will be, a 'morning person' (whatever the hell that is).
Especially when it's 41 degrees outside.
What I want to do is to burrow back under the covers/cats, sleep for another 2-5 hours and have some good Samaritan drop off the fudge & diamonds at a more reasonable time - like 2:00 in the afternoon.
Except, if I call the boyfriend to cancel (wuss out) at the last minute, I'll never hear the end of it. 'Cos he's a MORNING PERSON/male and doesn't understand that it is (very very very) slightly possible (or not) that somewhere in the distant annals of my lineage may lurk a drop or two of vampire blood so it's better not to risk the turning into a pile of dessicated Mary Ann.
I'm old. Shit happens.
P.S. Speaking of old, what I'm really on the lookout for are baroque mirror & picture frames. I found a beautiful pair earlier this summer dated 1968. We (carefully) removed the glass and backing, cleaned them well, then painted them a soft antique gold before hanging. Dang, they look gorgeous! I love the look of 'just' frames with the wall or wallpaper, etc showing through. My house is very 'neutral' & somewhat minimalistic, but the fancy frames give it just the right amount of bling. Plus I like mirrors.
Guess that shoots the whole 'latent vampire' theory.
Let's hope the fudge is good this year ~
