Two Things for your Thursday Evening

(actually I'm in a chatty mood, but let's start with two, shall we?)

1.  I bought a poncho.  I have a feeling there'll be loads of poncho outfits this Fall, like "poncho is the new legwarmer is the new black" time.  Except that I was never into black, preferring, at a very young age to layer on color like I was a giant seven layer jello salad all ready for a Fourth of July picnic right next to the sparklers and sugar cookies.  Ooh, that was a terrible analogy (jello gives me the hibee geebees and I'm sorry, but something wiggling and dyed green does not a salad make!).

Let's get honest about what's happing around here:

Retail Therapy makes me feel good (can I get an AMEN from all you sisters?).  This afternoon was a triple-shot of self-indulgence: tea latté sipping and letter writing, boutique and second-hand shop cruising, and snapping up a few pieces to ring in the Autumn Equinox.  And it's not like I didn't get my fix earlier this week either, which brings us right around to point number two.

2.  Oh Sweet Jesus.

I have taken on a lover.

My new lovah (pronounced "love-ah" like it's too good to waste any time pronouncing the "rrrr") goes in public by the name Canon Rebel T1i, but around here, I've been calling him Pierre.  And I've fallen hard.  My beloved little point-and-shoot Canon, with her tiny handful of pixels and her busted lens has done me SO well over the years (and will remain in active duty I'm sure) but Pierre, Oh Pierre, he's swept me off my feet and I don't think I'll be coming down anytime soon.  That button just feels like butter, click, whirl, snap, oh baby...

(Pierre asked me to stop right there.  He said somethings should just remain between us. And maybe Flickr if we're feeling frisky)

3.  HA! Told you there would be more.  Is there anyone else out there who feels GLEE over produce?  I feel positively passionate about the virtues of home-grown lettuce, never mind wonders of the world such as brussel sprouts from my favorite local farmer which will be oiled up and roasted to succulent in a matter of minutes here.  I'm ruined on a great number of fruits and vegetables, unable to bring myself to buy their sad cousins from the supermarket, because I know the real deal, the honest food, the food snapped off the vine and tugged up from the dirt just this morning by the woman I'm shaking hands with is UTTER DELIGHT.

I really do like to eat.  And the scent of the carrots I slipped from the soil before I walked inside is making me nearly delirious.  How do I wish I could put a little link [like this: "carrot scent"] right here for you to click that would transfer olfactory goodness!  You'd fall right off your chair, or at the very least start salivating.  I am.

4. This Cuff.  This photo does zero justice, but I just realized I had yet to mention it, as well as yet to give it the photoshoot it deserves.  Just know this: Allison - you are a woman of unbelievable talent, and I am spoiled rotten.

5.  Because I like to keep you updated, tomorrow (Friday September 24th) marks Chemo Round 3.  After this one, only five left to go (not so bad, right?).  I'll be thinking about you this weekend as I'm laying about, because having something really wonderful to think about makes the medicine go down easier.

Lovey Doves,
- Umber