Go On, Hum Their March. I Know You Know It.

I.  Love.  This. 

LOVE.

I'm such a sucker for baby animals.  Also, over the last many years I've developed an intense admiration for elephants.  Besides, 

how do you not fall for an animal whose life starts like this?

Two In One

This photo perfectly captures how 1) I would like to be an astronaut and 2) I would never be able to be an astronaut.

Sweets

 

This is really, really good, especially warmed.  I don't see or taste any similarity to chess pie, but Dolly's mama might have made it different than my mama did.  Good chess pie is hard to beat.

I made this little honey pound cake this afternoon

The bread machine was set to "light" crust, but somehow has a mind of its own.  I haven't tasted it yet;  I had pie, after all.  It smells good, though. Not baking bread good, but good.

Catching Strays

 Why is the kitchen always the clutteriest room?

How did four of us ever live in this house?  It seems impossible that there were dinners and Christmases and birthday parties and overnight visitors in the space I look around now.

You have frozen pizzas.  Good frozen pizzas, no less.  Why do you wrestle with the urge to order Domino's?

Humans should be able to shake out like animals do.  That's a design flaw, if you ask me.

There are few things better in a crafter's life than a brand new pair of scissors.

I have developed an intense lack of patience with the word "countless."

Kind of along those lines, how can we be truly, truly be sure no two snowflakes are the same?  Around the entire planet?

Along those lines

"Galaxy Buckaroo" for a cool $1200.

Is This Real?

These I get.  I don't know if I like them, but I understand.

I wonder how they feel.  They can't feel like wood, I don't think, but are they rigged or rough in places to sort of give that impression?  If I had $3,925, these are not the boots I'd buy.  These are:

These are skirt boots.  There isn't anything fancy on the vamps, so the real artistry wouldn't show if you're wearing a pair of jeans.

Therapy day.  One of those sessions where good stuff is going on, but you can't remember it all when you get home.  I have a little notebook where I write down helpful things;  I did recall a couple of things to put there.

It was in the 70s here today.  I was perfectly comfortable in a t-shirt.  So very, very wrong.  It's JANUARY!!  

Come on!!!

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.)