In honor of this week's lesson on the letter R over by Mrs. Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday, I offer the word random, a state of mind/being/thinking that seems to be happening to me a lot lately.
Drinking champagne at last night's book club didn't help.
Bubbly, awesome snacks and literary discussion rule the nights when we meet. If you don't have a club, invite your pals/random strangers and start one. Need book recommendations? The Snow Child by Ivey. The Member of the Wedding by McCullers. Olive Kitteridge by Strout. A start.
My mother's vacuum cleaner, alive and well and living at the Home Show at Kane County last week.
A vendor had this beauty on display. It stopped traffic. Then he tried to sell me a $2400 vacuum system. I just wanted the Electrolux. That chrome is irresistible.
(Sorry for the blur. I was so tickled with the backstory on these jeans that I couldn't keep my hands still.)
Last week, we were shopping en masse on 75th Street. Our daughter picked up darling outfits for the kids (spring break looms), among them these jeans with the sparkly belt.
Betsy got everything home and went to pre-wash her haul, pausing just long enough to call me and say, "Remember those jeans I picked out for Charley? They say dry-clean only! Who sends four-inch pants to the cleaners?"
They came through the wash just fine.