I wore my squirrel socks yesterday, a gift from Ranger Kristin Lessard from Weir Farm National Historical Park. It's from a story I wrote about a squirrel, squid, and flamingo (Write Out 2020). I put them on actually, because they never made it upstairs after the gifting. They've been on a table for months, and even though I've been saying I should store extra socks downstairs, I haven't. Why? Well, I sleep barefoot and come down for coffee the same. Then, if I want to leave the house, I'm always like, "Dang. I don't have socks downstairs."
Yesterday, I remedied that by putting on the squirrels. I needed a yellow pocket square and headed to the usuals to find one: Burlington, Marshall's, TJ Maxx. They didn't have any pocket squares. Shoot, they didn't really have ties. I thought, "Ugh. I probably should try Walmart," and I HATE GOING TO WALMART. The one in Cicero, NY, isn't bad, and I can tolerate the one in Shelton, CT, so I went there.
No ties. No pocket squares. Ah, but they did have a sewing material section, and swaths of interesting material. It was cheap. I bought on block for a $1 and then a back of scrap material for $4 (30 cloth prints). I will make my own pocket square, and with what I don't use, I will either quilt (NOT HAPPENING) or use to wrap crap when gift-giving. Clever Crandall. Tricks are for kids.
Hmmm. Now I'm anticipating a post for Sunday morning and thinking, "I'm unlikely to have one up in time because of the wedding festivities." So, perhaps I'll pre-post today or sometime later tomorrow, a late post."
And with that, I need to get my day going.
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