BeeCluster of Ember

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Well, I guess if you go on dragging your feet about blogging till you get a perfect day, this is what happens . . . . Yesterday, we decided to visit the new Christmas Market they've started up downtown. We did not realize it was also the day of the parade, so the streets we planned to drive on were blocked off, and the parking spots all parked up. We had to go around various blocks and finally found a spot away up the hill. I haven't parked up there since the Trump rally came to town in 2020. Wow, that was a long time ago in so many ways. Anyway, then we walked down to the market and had to stand in line for everything. I'm just becoming such a cranky old person. The Sparrowhawk was really enthusiastic about getting some potato pancakes. He doesn't remember a lot from his childhood, but one definite memory is of one of his German grandmothers perched at the corner of the table in the kitchen, patiently grating potatoes until she had enough to make pancakes for all. We obtained potato pancakes and Polish sausage, both delicious. Then I was lured into a supposedly Scandinavian stall where I thought I'd buy some slipper socks. I hate slipper socks, but I know the Philosopher and the Lovely Friend are made anxious by me walking around their house without proper slippers, so I thought I'd get some. Imagine my wrath when I got them home and they turned out to be the purest hand-slaughtered polyester, made in China. The feel of fake fabrics on my skin gives me the creeps. That's what I get for not reading the label!!

So, not entirely successful, but at least we did it. When I got home, my package of tights had arrived. Once upon a time, I had a pair of yellow tights. This was back in the sixties, when skirts were very short, so there was quite a lot of blazing yellow leg to be seen. I joked that I was not a bluestocking but a yellowstocking, and our friends said my super person name was Yellowstocking. When I was ordering some sensible navy and gray tights, the Sparrowhawk said something nostalgic about Yellowstocking, so I added the yellow ones. I was really happy to discover that they actually fit. I wore them to church with a gaudy sari skirt. Still a colorful old hippie . . . . I barely made it through church, in spite of my energizing color palette. I was tired. We went to bed early, but I'm still tired today. I highly recommend these tights, though--the website is We Love Colors. They have lots of colors and lots of sizes. I'm going to get some red ones next!

Today, we got a nice email from the Philosopher with a menu of possible things we could do and a request for our thoughts. Included was the suggestion that we should tell them our shoe sizes so they can obtain the proper slippers for us to wear in their house. I guess these slippers would then just stay there so we'd be appropriately shod whenever we might turn up. So perhaps that will solve the problem of the polyester slipper socks. I'll donate them. Maybe there is someone somewhere who likes fake fleece.

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[oracne]

Someone will indeed like fake fleece. I've had tights from We Love Colors! They are true to their name.