Caucus Night Next Door

We have some fabulous friends who live in Brasil and visit regularly. They brought Stryker and Scarlett real crystal balls--as in actual rock from ground. Scarlett's is the pink one.


Photos -- okay, my photos -- don't do these justice. They're dense, complex, gorgeous. But do they work? Hmmmm. I'm gazing, peering, convening . . . . . ooooom, ooooooom.



What I see scares me, very much: the banner "I heart Huckabee" is bobbing and waving, sort of like a bad meal. Burp.


The image from the other team blurs and coughs. Can't quite make it out. But dare I say that I see a teeny tiny white house? This matron is the unabashedly liberal sort, but with a TON of conservative friends. I'm loose that way.

I Look Expensive

I didn't post yesterday because it was 25% off day at ValuThrift. Afterward, I developed a severe case of giddiness, rendering me unable to do anything other than hop up and down or shriek.

Scruffy the dog was highly entertained, having finally found a peer.

Yes, I bought the above Lucky purse for $7.49. A similar tote on their web goes for $188.

Mind you, I shopped at ValuThrift wearing a black full-length faux fur purchased last week for $9.99 and currently on e-Bay for $400.

So I'm in my fur, clutching my Lucky purse (lucky!!) when I spy what appears to be a good quality ski jacket, tags still on. This is a boy's ski jacket, all buttery cream colored with flashes of burgundy. It's actually Scarlett who needs a jacket because she set hers on fire two days ago.

Yes, that story, coming soon. The worst part is that she didn't seem particularly alarmed that her coat was burning. "Oh?"

Anyway, I'm unfamiliar with the coat's label so I call John and ask him to Google Obermeyer. After all, this is another $7.49 at stake. For those who don't know (as I didn't) an Oberbeyer youth ski jacket sells for $169.

I ran to the checkout before someone stopped me for theft.

John wondered: "You have a black purse. Do you really need another one?"

Yes, this one. Duh!

More To Love

Anything from Anne-Marie Chagnon . . . hope Santa's hunky helper is reading this blog.

Favorite Things I Can't Afford

While I was at Mississippi Market, instead of shopping I followed this woman and her daughter. They were decked out - head to toe to handbag -- in Oilily, one of my favorite clothing lines of all time.

Try as I might, I didn't find one single staple hole on this woman's clothing which means she didn't get hers at ValuThrift.

Mom and daughter just looked so darn cute that I posted a link to Oilily in my links list. The current collection means I may need to reconsider illegal organ sales (of course not mine, silly, one of the childrens').

The kid's tights probably cost more than my entire ensemble, but above such calculations, I'm very grateful for all the blessings in my own life, right?

Besides stalking rich people, I am now entertaining myself with the following project. I'm creating a list:

People Who Are More Successful Than I Am.

Please do feel free to offer suggestions. Actually, the endeavor means I must dash off to buy some more memory for my computer.