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- We went to Jen & Jim's for Thanksgiving, and it was low-key and very soothing.
- Now comes the "what the hell do we want to do for Christmas" decisions. Over the past decade+, I have lost much of my festive spirit and gained seasonal depression. I don't like this at all, and feel guilty about not feeling festive, and then it's a spiral and I hate everything. We can't really decorate because there's not really space to do so without encouraging disaster in the form of Vlad the Himbo Cat viewing everything as a parkour challenge. (This has been a problem for years, and actually started with Vlad's predecessor, Tzepesh.) We're vaguely looking at some options.
- Victorian Trading Co. had a decent Black Friday sale, and I once again ogled the Christine's Dressing Gown in black. "Honey, does Sandy Claws know what he's getting me this year?" I asked. "No, Sandy Claws does not, why, what the hell are you looking at?" Eeeeeee!
(Sandy Claws also asked for a list of other things I've been window-shopping, even tho' "Sandy Claws' representative is certain that a few of them will be of the "just because it is gothy and has a bat on it doesn't mean it's an elegant design Jillian”. These are the conversations that happen in my house.)
- I have a sewing project I want to do that involves some specific supplies that I'm 90% sure I own. The problem is that they are in cabinets that were moved downstairs when the Madwoman in the Attic moved in. I have not been in the basement since December 2019, because the stairs to our basement are a steep non-Euclidean danger for people who don't have bad backs, so there's no way I can risk them. I'm going to have to sweet-talk the Stroppy One into bringing drawers full of ribbon and lace trim upstairs so I can go through them to check my supplies. Wish me luck.
- Now comes the "what the hell do we want to do for Christmas" decisions. Over the past decade+, I have lost much of my festive spirit and gained seasonal depression. I don't like this at all, and feel guilty about not feeling festive, and then it's a spiral and I hate everything. We can't really decorate because there's not really space to do so without encouraging disaster in the form of Vlad the Himbo Cat viewing everything as a parkour challenge. (This has been a problem for years, and actually started with Vlad's predecessor, Tzepesh.) We're vaguely looking at some options.
- Victorian Trading Co. had a decent Black Friday sale, and I once again ogled the Christine's Dressing Gown in black. "Honey, does Sandy Claws know what he's getting me this year?" I asked. "No, Sandy Claws does not, why, what the hell are you looking at?" Eeeeeee!
(Sandy Claws also asked for a list of other things I've been window-shopping, even tho' "Sandy Claws' representative is certain that a few of them will be of the "just because it is gothy and has a bat on it doesn't mean it's an elegant design Jillian”. These are the conversations that happen in my house.)
- I have a sewing project I want to do that involves some specific supplies that I'm 90% sure I own. The problem is that they are in cabinets that were moved downstairs when the Madwoman in the Attic moved in. I have not been in the basement since December 2019, because the stairs to our basement are a steep non-Euclidean danger for people who don't have bad backs, so there's no way I can risk them. I'm going to have to sweet-talk the Stroppy One into bringing drawers full of ribbon and lace trim upstairs so I can go through them to check my supplies. Wish me luck.