Then along comes the Sundance catalog, totally yanking the moral high-ground of turning my nose up at gross consumerism right out from under me. Nice one Sundance. Nice.
Look at her on the cover there. "Come on Sue-- you could pull-off this frilly shirt/blazer/scarfy look." (In real life I'd never wear a blazer with a shirt like that because it wouldn't occur to me, the sleeves would bug me all shoved up like that, and the scarf?-- I'd not be able to stop fiddling with it.) ~Fashion fail~
Almost right away I spotted these scarves. LOOK at the colors. ~drool~ I really like those earrings too. Scarf-- $42. Earrings-- $300 (!!!) I steel myself and turn the page. That is too much.
But man, look at those necklaces... I mean, LOOK at them. ~drool drool~ I could TOTALLY see myself wearing those. Oh. Wait. They are $388 & $328. Never mind. Damn you Sundance!
Seriously, look at the coolness. They are COOL.
Other goings-on in Suelandia--
I went riding with Dan yesterday and am pretty sure I had my first official hot flash. We were riding along, not hitting it super hard, just having fun, when all of a sudden blammo-- I was ON FIRE. Seriously, I've ridden when it's been in the nineties and really humid, so I know what normal hot and sweaty feels like, and this was at least ten times worse. My eyeballs were sweating. I think my hair was too. I know there are no pores in your eyes and hair, but I'm pretty sure it was happening.
Dan was in front and stopped for a water break. I started taking my shirt off, then thought better of it. No sports bra. If I'd have worn it though-- that shirt would have been off! Frustrated and burning up I just said, "Go GO! I need to create some wind!"
The rest of the ride was so bizarre. Everything had a surreal dream-like quality. I kept thinking, "If any talking animals show up, or the scene shifts, this is for sure just a dream." I've never felt this hot and delirious and not been weak and shaky. It seemed with the primary thought in my head being, "Holy fuck I'm HOT!" it took my mind completely off the climbs and scary downhill parts and I just rode without thinking much, and it didn't feel that hard really. Anyway, it was very weird.
Okay, last item.
I went to a funeral last week, of an elderly aunt. She was a nice lady and I went to show her family support. In her eulogy, they actually mentioned her housekeeping. I'm not kidding! I always joke about this, about how trivial stuff like that is in the end. "What's it going to say on your gravestone? 'Well, she certainly kept a tidy house!'-- big WHO CARES?!"
I still say it's a big who cares, but as usual, this got me thinking about how I spend my time, as I suppose this kind of thing does for everyone who is paying attention. On the way to the funeral, this song was playing and I couldn't think of a more appropriate song for the occasion. Whatever you decide to do with the time you've got, think about it, appreciate it, do it on purpose. Enjoy local Dan Wilson's "Free Life.".