Happy Hurty Feet

The following is what I would have posted yesterday, if our Internet provider’s server hadn’t lost a series of boards. But I had a lot of writing time after the family went to bed, so once I managed to un-grit my teeth, it wasn’t all bad.


My feet hurt right now, but it’s a good hurt.

It’s a shopping hurt.

As is our Day After Thanksgiving tradition, the family went to the big crafts show one town over and spent two hours crawling all over it, looking at wood carvings, jewelry, quilts, boxes (lined or unlined), beautiful noisemakers shaped like frogs and crickets, the latest couture for dolls and humans and concrete geese (lined or unlined), dog treats, pens made out of bullets* and spark plugs,** ornaments made out of lightbulbs, garden flowers made out of iron, knitwear made from alpaca and/or emu wool, candles and soap made out of soy and/or goat’s milk and/or emu oil,*** stained glass made out of the usual, and pretty much anything and everything that could possibly be made out of fleece.

I found a great hand-carved wooden Santa for my MIL, who collects them,^ a little box with fairies on it for Sunny, who keeps swiping the one we bought for her sister last year, a fleece hat for Janie, who outgrew hers . . .  and a pair of copper bracelets for me:

One says, I am the Queen of my Decisions and the other says, Delay is not Denial.^^  I think they go very well with the gray rubber one I’ve been wearing lately.

Tonight, turkey soup and homemade bread.  It was going to be matzoh ball soup, but the last person to use the matzoh meal^^^ put the box back with only a tablespoon and a half of meal in it.

I’m going to go put my feet up.

What are you doing with your leftovers?  And if you didn’t eat your body weight in turkey yesterday, the question still stands.


*Nope—bought one last year.

**Yep— bought one this year.  It’s springy!

***Mom and I don’t know how one gets emu oil.  We’re hoping the emuherders just squeeze them gently over a bucket when they’re being fed and let them gambol away, happy and slightly drier than they were.  If we’re wrong, please don’t tell us.

^Or at least, we all give them to her, which amounts to the same thing.

^^Not sure if these are affirmations or warnings—and whether the warnings are directed inward or outward.  Figuring it out should keep me busy for a while . .  .

^^^Yeah, okay, I’m the Queen of my own decisions.  But I’m fine with adding it to my shopping list for later—delay doesn’t mean denial.


8 thoughts on “Happy Hurty Feet

  1. I love craft fairs, I haven’t been to one in so long. The bracelets are lovely.
    I try not to have leftovers any more as I’m on a diet and I’m the Queen of eating leftovers 🙂

    • We go to every craft fair we can, but this one is our favorite.

      To me, having no leftovers means I’ve already eaten everything, so no caloric savings there!

  2. I love that you hang out with your mom and go shopping. I always dreamed of doing that.

    Those bracelets are perfect. Even if they tarnish, they’ll be beautiful.

    • We all pretty much went our separate ways, though we would meet up, swap kids, and continue. Mom and I spent thirty minutes looking over painted clay ornaments, Dad and I admired the fresh (as in, made before our eyes) marbles, and Janie and I spent waaaaay too much time at every single booth that sold anything resembling doll clothes. It was fun!

      You’re right about the bracelets—I fell in love with them tarnished, but she polished ’em for me before I took possession. Still love them! 🙂

  3. I have never considered myself a craft fair person, but I tagged along to one with one of my best friends when I recently visited her in Milwaukee earlier this month. I ended up buying a TON of stuff! Guess you never know when the goods–and the buying bug–will hit you.

    My sister always wants to have Thanksgiving because her son and her father-in-law (who hit the magical age of 95 this year) have Nov. 19 birthdays. Not a problem, except due to her in-laws’ huge family, there are very seldom any leftovers for me to take home. I am making a turkey breast this week, just to indulge myself. I’ll use it for sandwiches, turkey ala king and turkey divan. And to feed the whole menagerie, of course, now that NUTS cat will only take his thyroid medicine each night with fresh poultry…

    • Amen to the buying bug—I’m infested with those little guys.

      I love turkey divan and the soup didn’t use up everything—thanks for the reminder! 🙂

  4. I love that your post-Thanksgiving shopping tradition is at a craft fair. So much better than waiting in line to get pepper sprayed over the discounted video games at Wal-Mart.

    On Black Friday this year, I slept in, went for a jog in the park (that pie wasn’t going to be diverted from my ass any other way), and did a little bit of writing work. All I really wanted to accomplish was to not spend any money that day, and I’m happy to say I succeeded.

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