ANYWAY, while Susie was busy looking for the Holy Grail of summer wear, as it were, at H&M, I drifted over to the jewelry section. I need earrings, because I only have one earring of each pair I like. Every morning I think, It sure would be nice to put on some earrings and I look and there is no matched pair that I actually want to wear. Is this normal? I only had my ears pierced at the late age of 50, so I have no idea.
SO, I looked for the earrings section, but apparently all the earrings have been replaced with window treatment pulls and trim this year:
|Are roller shades coming back in style?|
These would make great mid-century modern shade pulls
|Last time I saw these, they were hanging from|
curtain tiebacks in my friend's mother's living room
|Okay, I think these adorned my great-aunt's |
curtains, back in 1969 or so
|I'm not even sure how these are supposed to attach to my ears|
When I haven't been pondering the sad state of jewelry these days, I've been engaging in more edifying activities, such as going on a walking tour/scavenger hunt with Susie and our friends. We covered over 5 miles yesterday doing this. Of course, all that exercise was probably negated by the pizza and (later) gelato we ingested; but the refreshments were a necessary part of the day, as Susie only walks for food.
In between eatings, though, we saw amazing art:
And interesting architecture:
|I don't think I'm skinny enough to live in this house.|
We also learned history-type things, which I'm sure Susie didn't bother to retain. But she did enjoy the pizza, so there's that.
Oh, and I acquired a flock of sheep this week:
|72 cents each - at Aldi's! I couldn't resist.|
I was just going to buy one sheep, as ornamentation for my soon-to-be yarn room; but when it rang up at only 72 cents, I ran back and got 5 more. I mean, wouldn't you?
Susie was so delighted with them that she insisted we go back to Aldi's the next day and rescue any left behind. So that's the story of how I ended up with 7 stuffed sheep, and I think Larry doesn't quite know what to do about it, so he hasn't said anything at all.
That's what 27 years of marriage will bring you to - defeated acquiescence. You heard it here first!