Once upon a time on Saturdays the Chef and I would cook brunch and later stroll the neighborhood for dessert, or maybe go to the beach. At times we would indulge in a mid-afternoon cocktail followed by a movie--perhaps even two. Somewhere in between we would grab some outfit pictures for le blog. My how times have changed. Now Saturdays look like this: struggle to get out of bed by 11am after going to bed at 4am after closing the restaurant. Brunch? Oh hell no. See that peach in the refrigerator? Yep there's brunch. What was that? You wanted dessert? How about the Dove chocolate bar with almonds? Okay don't mind if I do. Something to drink? Wheel by Coffee Bean and hope there's no line or I'm s.o.l. because we have to grab last minute ingredients for dishes that sold out last night and the place closes at 3pm. Screeeeeeech. Hey at least we're in it together, right? Truth be told we look at each other and bust up laughing regularly. The days of wearing matching socks are long gone.
This Saturday was spent in a whole new world. Outfit pictures? Done in a warehouse surrounded by various eye-opening goodies.
Other random thoughts: Last Thursday evening I witnessed the worst behavior in the grocery store. A woman my mother's age walked up next to me at the Rainier cherry stand and began randomly picking and eating cherries out of the individually pre-wrapped bags. We're not talking one or two cherries (that would be bad enough) oh no I mean like a five minute marathon of at least half a bag. Finally I looked over and stared until she stopped before I stomped off. Next thing I know I've forgotten to get dill so I have to walk back by the cherry stand where guess who's back? Hands all up in the cherries, eating away, and she's brought her husband back for dinner. They were spitting cherry pits into their hands and burying them beneath the bags. Double fisting. I made a huge scenario of stopping in my tracks so he looked up and saw he was spotted. Even under the spotlight of my withering glare he didn't care. He was at a smorgasbord and nothing was going to stand in his way. A massive eye roll and head shake later I make my way back to the front of the store where he and his looney tune wife have followed and are standing behind me waiting to pay for 3 things---none of which are cherries. Why would they need to pay for that? They basically just stood there and stole them in plain view of everyone in the store. What are people thinking about?
This Saturday was spent in a whole new world. Outfit pictures? Done in a warehouse surrounded by various eye-opening goodies.
Box of Chardonnay? Now that you mention, it is kind of hot outside.
*heaves into cart*
What the wha? 50 individually wrapped bags of Cheetos or Fritos for $10.98!?
Britney? Britney Spears? Can you hear me??
Carmageddon or no carmageddon girlfriend would have been there in moments
for a piece of that action.
Woman wanders aisles forgetting what on earth she's even looking for.
Is this over yet? Death to fluorescent bulbs.
Once back in the vehicle they realize there are zero close-ups of the outfit.
The bf grabs the camera and, while at a red light, looks over and snaps a picture of gf's new necklace
while she downs the box of Chardonnay from the passenger seat (I kid, I kid...on the chardonnay only).
And yes Carey has the necklace too--I swear our brains are on the same wavelength sometimes.
Almost forgetting to highlight Inspector Shoeseau's latest conquest, woman grabs camera
and snaps picture of Joie bootie purchased at more than 50% off mere weeks ago.
Never give up the dream. Even if you have to call 23 stores to find it.
Demo of proper cherry selecting etiquette.
Note: hands on outside of bag. Word.
I swear this used to be a fashion blog.
