Hm... After a fruitless evening of browsing through Kmart/Target/Walgreens et al, I'm forced to throw myself upon the mercy of the Internet grapevine: does anybody know where in the Chicago area (besides Wal-Mart, which Mum refuses to set foot in) I might find iridescent/opalescent/holographic tinsel-garland? Or -- since this is for next Halloween -- have you got some that you were thinking of disposing of after the holidays that you wouldn't mind donating to The Cause? (Clear-with-faux-snow would also do, if that's what you're tossing) So far I've only been able to find icicles and the small-gauge loopy-rope kind in the color I need (I could swear this stuff was all over the place last xmas -- maybe I should try a dollar-store :) ), and the costume I have in mind could really use a packet or two of the classical wrist-thick foofy kind of garland... Thanks!
Besides that, it was a generally unfulfilling evening all around. The only thing more boring than shopping for new glasses for oneself is hanging around waiting for someone else to get new glasses, and my knitting was not one of the things I remembered to grab on my way out of the house. So I found myself cooling my heels in PearleVision for about an hour, trying on just about every pair of frames in the store and marvelling at the hideous results. Everything was so retro-Nineties-being-retro-Fifties that it made me want to run out and buy internet stocks; the Henry-Kissinger-goes-to-Vegas sale-rack clunkers were starting to look pretty good by the time Mum's exam was finished. But she was able to find frames she liked fairly quickly, since she's not bothered by the narrow lenses currently in vogue (I can't stand being able to see the edges of the frame, not to mention that I look like a Goth poseur with a migraine in anything much smaller than the frames I've got right now), so we were able to be on our way to the aforementioned Kmart/Target/Walgreens et al before I'd had to feign too much interest in the Spoilt-Yuppie Interiors Monthly that was all they had to read. Not that we got much of anything done besides groceries, although since there wasn't much left in the cupboards but cake-mixes (I think they eat the real food and then breed, I certainly don't remember buying them), this was a good job out of the way, I suppose.
"Confidential" to
ilwitchgrrl: I stopped by your place to drop off a present for Baby's First ChristmaHanuKwaanzaYuleStice (since I spaced on yesterday being a potential movie/game night), but nobody answered the bell... Are you coming to the next MeetUp?
Besides that, it was a generally unfulfilling evening all around. The only thing more boring than shopping for new glasses for oneself is hanging around waiting for someone else to get new glasses, and my knitting was not one of the things I remembered to grab on my way out of the house. So I found myself cooling my heels in PearleVision for about an hour, trying on just about every pair of frames in the store and marvelling at the hideous results. Everything was so retro-Nineties-being-retro-Fifties that it made me want to run out and buy internet stocks; the Henry-Kissinger-goes-to-Vegas sale-rack clunkers were starting to look pretty good by the time Mum's exam was finished. But she was able to find frames she liked fairly quickly, since she's not bothered by the narrow lenses currently in vogue (I can't stand being able to see the edges of the frame, not to mention that I look like a Goth poseur with a migraine in anything much smaller than the frames I've got right now), so we were able to be on our way to the aforementioned Kmart/Target/Walgreens et al before I'd had to feign too much interest in the Spoilt-Yuppie Interiors Monthly that was all they had to read. Not that we got much of anything done besides groceries, although since there wasn't much left in the cupboards but cake-mixes (I think they eat the real food and then breed, I certainly don't remember buying them), this was a good job out of the way, I suppose.
"Confidential" to