My Scarf Needs a Haircut

So remember the gigantic scarf I made? The one made out of genuine alpaca wool?

Teeny tiny problem with it - the darn thing sheds so much it looks like I own an alpaca. All of my clothes are covered with a fine layer of oatmeal-colored fuzz. I went shopping while wearing it and every item of clothes I touched in the store was instantly fuzzed. I just brought it on my trip to crash on my friends' couch in NYC and I suspect that they will still be picking little pieces of wool out of their belongings till spring time.

Realized there might be a problem with said scarf the second time I wore it. I was wearing a skirt and a pair of black tights and as I got off the bus, I noticed that to my horror, the scarf had shed blondish fuzz all over the insides of my legs, from the hem of the skirt to my knees. It looked downright obscene.

Things just got worse wearing the scarf on another occasion. I was talking to my friend, going on and on about some such thing. When I had finished my soliloquy, she looked at me and said simply, "You have a piece of fuzz on your crotch." Sure enough, I did! A giant fuzzball from the scarf was stuck to my jeans.

So embarrassing, jeez! Who would've thought scarfs would be so risque.

Mild Curses, Volume Nine

  • May your coat's zipper get stuck and you panic that you will never be able to take the coat off.
  • May the girl in the next dressing room over complain to her friend, "Clothes never fit me because my waist is so small and my boobs are big. It's so annoying."
  • May you say a long, drawn-out goodbye on the Metro when you arrive at your stop, but then the doors won't open for an unusually long time and you'll just be standing in front of them, twiddling your thumbs.

Indoor Remote Control Helicopters - Sure to Liven Up Any Dinner Party

My friend asked me if I got anything cool for Christmas. "No," I said. "No fun toys or anything?" she asked.

"No."

Then I thought harder. Wait, I got this thing - duh.

How could I forget? My brother and I received two remote-controlled helicopters for Christmas. I have a theory that my mom actually wanted to buy the helicopters for herself, but "gave" them to us kids because it is more socially acceptable. (Although if that was her thinking, it doesn't really hold water because we are both in our twenties).

Anyway they are fun. Watch this dramatic video I shot from my iPhone to see for yourself.

But then this happened.

Tiffany > CVS > 7-Eleven

On December 23, I was in the neighborhood near Tiffany's, so I stopped in to get my broken key necklace repaired. The place was an robin's egg blue disaster zone, with men at every jewelry counter shopping for their loved ones and frantically grabbing all the heart-shaped lockets and key chains they could get their hands on.

Perhaps the place you do your last minute Christmas shopping denotes your social status? For some, it's Tiffany & Co. For my family, it's CVS. At least for my dad - it's a holiday tradition of his. The whole family will be in the car, driving home from Christmas Eve church service and he'll say, "I just need to stop by the CVS for a minute." And we all know what that means. Santa's going to be stocking up on bargain candy and other fine drugstore gifts.

Hey, it could be worse. I also noticed that the parking lot of 7-Eleven was quite busy at 9 p.m. on Christmas eve.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Hope you have a fabulous holiday season... Wanted to show off the decorations my coworkers and I made for our office Christmas party.

Let's take a tour, shall we?

Everything is made out of recycled materials. To make the snowmen, we balled up an awful lot of draft paper and then taped the balls of paper together. We used so much packing tape, it may no longer be sustainable.

"Frosty the Snowman/ Was a jolly happy soul/ With a corncob pipe and a highlighter nose/ And two eyes made out of fabric samples."

The chair provides a sense of scale.

See you in the New Year!