Run For Your Lives

Chicago's weather forecasters are all twitchy this afternoon. They're alleging 30 inches of snow will fall by Wednesday.

If we are to believe New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie's ad campaign inviting Illinois business to relocate to his home state, I would suggest Tuesday at noon would be a good time to beat feet east.

Last one out please remember to close the door.

Panned

Late last summer, the Jewel started giving out annoying stamps with every grocery purchase so shoppers could buy cookware for a penny -- plus the 9 million stamps required to "buy" a sauce pan.

As I don't cook and I don't need pans, thank you, I routinely told the cashier to keep them, or to give them to the next customer.

At the same time, and without my knowledge, my husband was gleefully stocking up on stamps so he could buy a $500 pan. In the past month, and reluctantly, I handed over the occasional stamp so he could reach his goal. Our neighbors kicked in several (thousand) as well, as did Dennis, our delightful son-in-law (who is a wonderful cook).

Friday was pan day. Husband had enough to get two -- one for Den and one for us.

I was too busy enjoying the inaugural ham and cheese omelette to take a picture, but it was delicious.

If you are of a certain age, you will remember S&H Green Stamps. I think my mother bought a hair dryer in the summer of 1961. It had a plastic hood that poofed up when you turned on the air. In about 60 seconds, the back of your neck burned something fierce and you had to turn it off. And that was okay because the thing was so loud, you couldn't hear the TV.

At least I think the hairdryer was a Green Stamp purchase. Maybe we got a blender.

In any event, do you remember Green Stamps? What did you get? And more importantly, do you still have your "free" treasure? Leave me a comment with what you bought, or if you particpated in/boycotted Jewel's great pot giveaway.

What Was I Thinking Part II

"She was dressed in rich materials -- satins, and lace, and silks -- all of white. Her shoes were white. And she had a long white veil dependent from her hair, and she had bridal flowers in her hair, but her hair was white. Some bright jewels sparkled on her neck and on her hands, and some other jewels lay sparkling on the table....I saw that the bride within the bridal dress had withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness left but the brightness of her sunken eyes."

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

While my 30-year-old wedding bouquet looks pretty good in this photograph, trust me when I say it was every bit as decayed and decaying as the spurned Miss Havisham. (I must confess my first introduction to Great Expectations was television rather than the book. David's Lean's film of 1946 -- particularly with the mice running in and out of the wedding cake -- put me over the edge for a lifetime.)

The link to the scene where Pip first meets Miss H. is here. The mice part comes much later in the movie, so you'll have time to work up to it. 

Note to future brides: press a rose or two from your bouquet and call it a day. Better yet, take a really good picture.

Now back to the basement.

Still Here

This basement rehaul/reno/cleanout/hazmat/disaster is taking a lot longer than I thought, so Naperville Now feels badly about not covering the Apple Store Burglary Part Deux, Rahm Emanuel's exclusion from the mayoral race and those pathetic Bears.

(You won't believe the stuff I've unearthed. What really gets me is why I kept 98 percent of it in the first place. I apologize to Goodwill in advance for the lack of quality stuff headed its way. I also apologize to the landfill. I promise to recycle twice as hard from now until the finish line.)

Thank you to daughter #1 for coming out today to reclaim her leg warmers, shoulder pads, New Kids on the Block cds, and scrunchies. And what a relief to have found those martini glasses, located in a box just under the yoga mats, to the right of the faux Oriental rug, and inches from the floodwaters.

It wasn't really this deep. Just felt like it.

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Almost

Holy Powerball!



Powerball winners sold in Naperville...at 501 W. 87th St....$200,000 to the ticket holder.

For 90 seconds, there was a LOT of head spending going on. Then there was a bit of weeping, because it wasn't us.

But in those 90 seconds, I was deliciously absolved of basement duty. Behold the professional organizers! Summon the floor painters! Feast your eyes on that rainbow of Rubbermaid tubs!

And then there was this:

This is what I tend to dream of, after paying off the house, college and the wedding.

What's your $200,000 fantasy? Leave me a comment.

I'm Working On It

Don't ask how the basement revamp project is coming along because frankly, I've been just too busy accomplishing stuff above ground.

First, I needed to find a gift for my sister-in-law, Sarah, whose birthday gala in Savannah, GA, is in thirty days.

This is Sarah:

She's very glamorous.

She also was the highest ranking teen tennis player in east Tennesse in the 1970s. (At matches, where you draw names to see who you play against, the other players -- usually grown women -- would cry when they drew Sarah's name because no one could return her serve. I love that about her. I'm also glad I don't play tennis.)

My second accomplishment this week was to finish piecing a quilt that's taken me (wait for it) 2 1/2 years to complete. I think I'm developing some sort of attention deficit issue. Fabric lost, fabric found, fabric replaced. Stitches torn out, blocks pieced incorrectly, appliqued leaves too big. And then there's the math of it, which I can't even go into without weeping.

Needless to say, this artistic stuff has taken a huge toll. Luckily, my friend Joyce (you've read her guest post in this space) salvaged the shreds of my quilt, along with my textile dignity, just before Christmas. Last weekend, I got 'er done and delivered it to a quilter in Glen Ellyn. In an ice storm.

Here's the quilt top:

It's far from perfect, but we don't do perfect around these parts.

I'll take a picture of it when it's quilted and bound.

So now that I have these two items crossed off my list, the basement beckons.

Ick.

You'll Help Me, Won't You?

I am bucking a long-standing tradition of making no New Year's resolutions for two reasons: the sewer backed up into our basement just before Christmas and I've seen several episodes of Hoarders. 

Consequently, reduce, reuse and recycle is going to be Naperville Now's basement theme for 2011. But I need your help in the form of comments, reminders, and encouragement. Also directions to an electronics drop-off site.

I have been captivated by a most excellent article by Martha Beck since it appeared in O Magazine in 1999:

"There are two ways of going through life: Gather everything in sight, just in case you need it. Or, trust that you'll find exactly what you need, just in time. Guess which one lets you really stop and smell the roses?"

This may be the most liberating essay I've ever read. Too bad it took me two years, the sewer and the A&E Channel to tip me into action.

By New Year's Day 2012, my goal is to have a basement that looks like this:

Or as close to this as possible. Bear in mind there are things I cannot change about the basement, like the HVAC stuff and, possibly, the quantity of Christmas decorations. (And then there's that stupid crawlspace, which should be stricken from the home engineering handbook. If you're digging a basement, dig the whole goshdarned thing. Don't leave a huge square of dirt just for grins. It's gross. And damp. And gross.)

My accomplished son-in-law, bless him, built 8 feet of freestanding shelves over the weekend. These will hold a few strategic items off the floor, and as for the rest, I hope to be able to reallocate all of this stuff from my house to someone else's via the online Naperville Yard Sale.com. Or to Goodwill, which just opened south of us. Or I will recycle it. Or repurpose it. Somehow.

Then I shall paint the floor a lovely shade of grey and close the door.

I think this is doable.

Anyone have any thoughts on mold eradication?

P. S. My pal Nancy informs me that the Naperville Park District is recycling broken Christmas lights. You can read about it here. Too late for me, but perhaps it's not for you. You have until Feb. 1st .