Odds? Ends?

Remember the other day when I said there were still Rocket Buster boots to show?  Here's one pair.

Yeah...  I'm not quite sure about these.  Apparently, Rocket Buster doesn't either, as their price is "to be determined."  You would certainly need to take a few practice laps around your house, I think, before wearing them in public.  Your steps have to be carefully calibrated, I would think.  "Spatial awareness" comes to mind.  Honestly, though, if those are functional jingle bells, my opinion softens a bit.

Today is Epiphany.  The marking of the Magi arriving to see Baby Jesus?  The "official" end of Christmas?  As in, keep celebrating until the Wise Men get here?  Once the gold, frankincense and myrrh have been received, the celebration is over?

I don't know much about Epiphany.  Does it tie into the Twelve Days of Christmas somehow?  I can't make much sense of it.

I'll leave you with this:

Chat

I seem to be surrounded by Caterpillar people.

No Thumbnail Photo

Rather, toenail photo.  It is a perfect encapsulation of things around here of late.

You think your rabbit socks are fine.  You're going about your life.  Humming maybe.  Then, you feel that seam give way.

Anyway, on the subject of feet.  I spent some --- okay, a lot of --- time last night looking at Rocket Buster boots.  Most of their boots have 4-figure prices, so are out of my league, but they do make some beautiful and some interesting ones.

These are probably my favorites.  There's also a shorty pair, but I prefer the tall.

My father would so have had these.

He had to wear a lot of tuxedos at a lot of horse shows.  He could have alternated between these and his black patent leather ones, which were his go-to pair for a tux.  I think those are alligator?  I'm not as good at recognizing my skins/leathers as I should be after all these years.

There are a few other boots I'd like to show you, but we'll get to them later.  I've got a sock to darn.

Timing

For whatever reason, I usually don't think about blogging until about 10:30 PM.  Then I feel all rushed and can't think of anything to write.

One thing from the day:

This is oatmeal bread that I made today.  Sweet and dessert breads were so tempting, but I wound up going kind of healthy.  Now, we all know I'm unlikely to finish this loaf off by myself, but the way baking bread makes my house smell, the "waste" is worth it.  🍞

Does anyone else get their days all mixed up over the holidays?  Maybe it's because we know we don't have to go to work or school for a while, and it isn't that pressing?  One definite factor for me is all the football I watch.  College games are "supposed" to be on Saturdays, pro games on Sundays (and Mondays and Thursdays.)  If I watch college games, I just work like it's Saturday.

Stray Thoughts to Open the Year

This has been said here before, but it's worth repeating: Never go through someone's phone.   Nothing good is going to come of it.  Ever.  If you have to borrow a phone to make a call, or do something online, do only that and hand it back.  

Here's a bookmark I made using the scented glue sticks.  It was the Sugar Cookie, and seemed appropriate.

Obligatory covetous boot post:

I hope to own one pair of Old Gringo boots before my time here is done.  These are almost $1200.

Shod

I'm still enamored with the shoes.  A commenter mentioned having a pair of clogs like the ones in the photo.  I think I had a pair of clogs myself, though I'm not sure?  It sure seems like I would have had one, though...  I did have a pair of these:

Dr. Scholl's Exercise Sandals.  Man, were they popular.  At least when/where I went to school.  And they made a hellacious CLOP when those heels hit the floor.  It may or may not have been a point of pride for who could clop the loudest.

Style

It was a very windy here, bringing in very cold air.  Some of you have been in the cold for several days and don't want my whining.  Please know, though, that I actually envy your cold and snow.  Not how dangerous it can be, but how beautiful.

Y'all know how much Internet scrolling you can do when you don't feel like doing much else.  Today I wound up at the website of a store called Pull and Bear, and this platform shoe stopped me cold:

I won't buy a pair (aged out of them, you know), but they fascinate me for some reason.  It may be the cut of the heel.  It's almost architectural.  I don't know --- they just strike a chord somewhere somehow.  And if you must know, I did indeed once own a pair of slingback platforms.  They were white.  I distinctly remember wearing them on two extremely different occasions: my grandfather's funeral and the wedding of one of my cousins.  Come to think of it, I may have worn the same dress to both...

True It All Is

I think I got sick once everything I had to do for Christmas was done and my adrenaline ebbed.  Why I'm still sick . . .?  Sleep is sporadic, because I'm drenched in sweat, or have shivering chills, or wake up coughing (cue my ribs and sides aching.)

  

Christmas Wrap Up

Honestly, I wasn't thinking "pun" when I thought of the title.

Festive little touches at my daughter's:

Grogu a little tipsy?

Yep, she's a Star Wars fan.

But she hasn't rolled far away from the tree.

The house across the way has had lights on a front yard tree, which is something I like a lot.  Each night when I've taken Tap out, I've looked at it and seen different things.

A yeti or chimpanzee holding a tree to help go down a hill.

Downhill skier.

Elf pulling a sack of gifts to Santa's sleigh.

If you look at it sideways, a running goat with someone on its back.

Someone going UPhill on a sled, scarf blowing back behind.

A ballerina --- or ballerino --- mid-jete'.

Jester with hula-hoop.

Others.

Probably the funniest holiday "thing" I saw this year:

Hannah gave me scented glue sticks.

Apple pie, sugar cookie, blueberry and watermelon. 

This is my 2025 Nativity: a pin.

That's practically a Toddler Jesus, if you ask me.

This might be my favorite Christmas commercial.

This isn't Christmas-y, but it shouldn't come as a surprise that Twinnie and I are enjoying the same TV experience.  "Landman."  Look at these faces:

How do those faces not draw you in?

Warmth

Do any of you have a hot water bottle?  Covers for them seem to be a knitting staple.  If you do have one, can you tell me the advantages/disadvantages of it versus a heating pad?  I've had to keep a heating pad on my chest to battle congestion.  Of course, you can't get far away from an outlet with a heating pad;  a water bottle seems portable.

If I'm ever able to knit again, that might be a good project.

  Simple but pretty.  Confetti yarn.  Model by No Frills Knitting.

Play is Good

As my children were growing up, I steadfastly refused to talk about them turning into "such grown-ups"* or "big people."  They were going to be adults for a long time --- why rush them?  Why inherently make growing up sound more appealing than being a child?  Enjoy being young.  Play.  Pretend

One of the true bummers of being an adult is that Christmas isn't terribly magical anymore.  Getting to sleep on Christmas Eve isn't a problem, for one thing.  It simply isn't the same.  It can be happy, it can be fun, but it's not the same.

Our trips to and from Atlanta were surprisingly easy, traffic-wise.  Everyone seemed genuinely pleased with their gifts.  We had delicious snack-y foods.  I'm sick, so I did a good deal of dozing.  In lieu of new toys to play with, my little ones spent many minutes during the day like this:

I hope you and yours had a happy, merry day.

*If Briton answered the phone when a particular hospice nurse of Dale's called, she always --- always --- said, "He sounds so grown-y!"

Wait. WHAT?

The last Advent book is this??  Was there just a random draw?  Very weird and, yet, interesting. Isn't there something about Christmas in "The Taming of the Shrew?"  Still, if you're trying to provide folks with surprises in an Advent calendar, this has certainly accomplished that goal.

For many years, our Christmas Eve tradition was going to IHOP for dinner, come home and watch "Muppet Christmas Carol, then open one gift each.  We had to stop that when 1) IHOP started closing early, and 2) getting Hannah here --- with her cats --- became too much of a deal.  So now Briton and I find a place that's open and have a daytime meal.  Today, we went to Tacqueria Tsunami, and my red boots drew comments.  They usually do.

Happy Christmas Eve to you all.  May your Christmas Morning dawn bright and happy, and may your floor be covered with ribbons and torn wrapping paper.

It Starts and Then Stops. WHAM.

It's "Christmas" and "Isn't Christmas fun?" and "Oh, we get to decorate" and zhushing scissors through wrapping paper, and then, it STOPS.  No more baking, no more checking lists and checking them twice, and some (maybe *cough* in your own family) are already angling to take all the decorations down.  And woe, WOE, to those who have to go right back to work.  I truly hate that for you all.

Am I right?

Another cover I like:

I've never been gung-ho about Peter Pan.  Sorta of a "whatever, it's fine" shrug.  The movie "Finding Neverland" I did enjoy, though.  Yes, I realize it's technically a prequel to the Peter Pan story.  Still.

Time to shine the red boots!