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2003-04-07 - 10:47 a.m. Trading Seasons Spent the weekend mostly being a girl. Even bought sandals, which explains why it�s sleeting today. Needed new spring clothes. Cleaned my closet. Shifted winter stuff to the back. Rediscovered lots of lovely clothes that were too small. Became depressed at how plump I am. Cheered up by deciding it was actually a blessing - that the only thing wrong with me could be fixed with hard work. Completed lots of errands. Slept deeply after the last few weeks of madness. Resolved that I need more light in the closet and more organized shoe storage. Read a chunk of Mark Twain essays. I had forgotten what a sarcastic SOB he is, bless �em. Lost the office pool on �how many pages will the review package be� by a country mile. My guess was 432. The answer? 933. Nine hundred and thirty three pages of material to get through in two and a half days. Plus the bookshelf of reference materials (white papers, trade studies, documentation). Inevitable conclusion is I�ll be working late this week, so I slept late today guilt free. I cannot believe it is sleeting in April. Speaking of being a girl, this one�s for you AoD: The new issue of Cooking Light (well, the one I finally got a chance to read this weekend) includes an article on vintage aprons and (you guessed it), you can buy them online. Vintage-apron.com. Well-researched recreations of early 20th century aprons. I especially like the �Margaret� apron. She�s all heart. [Free warning for all you guys. Don�t buy this for women. Trust me. If you want one for yourself, go right ahead, but let them buy aprons for themselves.] Other CLtidbits include a crossover from that other bit of American Popculture, Trading Spaces. Just a one page article with design advice, including:
This is why Frank, though he will never be allowed to decorate my home, can show up at my parties anytime. Parties. I should throw one. Hmmm. I am sorry to have missed Coronation, but I choose well for me. Get this. I walked down the steps Saturday morning and stopped halfway down in shock. Nothing hurt. Right ankle�s inflamed tendon was fine. Left ankle scar tissue wasn�t complaining. My knees weren�t strained from the orthodics torquing them outward. It didn�t last, but the surcease was a tantalizing hope motivating me repair my bike seat. � � � |