the farmers' market and the thrift store
Went to the farmers' market today with belleweather and caernsmith; it was bitter cold and the wind made it worse. I really should have worn a scarf, but at least I brought a hat.
I bought a jar of spiced pear jam. There wasn't a lot of produce yet, at the first market of the year, but lots of dairy, baked goods, and preserves. I was tempted by the raspberry rhubarb, but decided to go with something that I'd be unlikely to see at the grocery store. I would have gotten some lettuce, but I have some greens still to finish in my fridge.
Then we had brunch at the Pancake House in Middleton, and I sort of over-estimated my stomach's holding capacity--I had to bring home half my order of cheese hash browns in a box, and I spent the next six hours halfway convinced that I would never eat again, but damn, that thick sliced bacon was good.
I, uh, also had coffee, but it did not make me crazy. I think it's possible that I brew it too strong when I make it myself.
I also saw Claire from the methods class I took my first semester in the graduate program--I had to take the undergraduate one because I didn't have an equivalent class, having been a non-sociology major in undergrad. She was in my project group; she's graduating next month and moving to Arizona, lucky thing. Have I mentioned that the extended forecast predicts no 60 degree days for the next WEEK?
Afterwards, we went to St. Vinny's to see what the Saturday sale was. Pants were two for one, as it turned out, including "retro" (halfway presentable) pants. So I got two pairs of jeans, although I had trouble finding ones that fit and didn't get a chance to try the second pair on--I just figured hey, I want my free pants. As it turns out, they're a bit big, but I think I can shrink them to a good fit. I think I'm between sizes or something right now--they try to mark the retro jeans in inches on the tags at St. Vinny's, but they don't always quite get it right; the pair that was slightly too big was marked an inch smaller than the other pair, I think. Also my butt has always been kind of big compared to my waist, so many pants are just cut wrong. It is vexing.* I hate taking off my shoes to try things on and you can only take three items into the dressing rooms, which means a lot of back and forth and taking on and off of shoes.
I also got two shirts and a cute little sundress in swirls of muted blue and green that totally matches my hair--I normally think that the skirt-over-jeans look is kind of silly, but I tried it on with a pair of the jeans and it actually looked pretty good. I do think dresses make more sense--it's like you're wearing a long top, kind of. A tunic, if you will.
One of the shirts is a lavendar fuzzy muppet fur short sleeved crop-top** sweater that totally makes me look like Bettie Page. Well, my torso, anyway. The other one is a sort of fuschia zebra print short-sleeved top. Which come to think of it, might be sort of Bettie Page-esque itself. Too bad capri pants make me look like a dwarf.
I looked at coffee tables, too--I think I could use one, and there's room--but held off on it for now. belleweather and caernsmith dropped me at home and I transcribed a bunch of stuff from the interviews I did this week--there was some good material. And eventually the bloated feeling went away and I actually consumed food again. Amazing.
*Not that I don't like my butt. It's great. I blame the pants industry.
**Either it's an intentional crop-top, or it just wasn't intended for a bust as large as mine. Hard to say. But it looked good on.
I bought a jar of spiced pear jam. There wasn't a lot of produce yet, at the first market of the year, but lots of dairy, baked goods, and preserves. I was tempted by the raspberry rhubarb, but decided to go with something that I'd be unlikely to see at the grocery store. I would have gotten some lettuce, but I have some greens still to finish in my fridge.
Then we had brunch at the Pancake House in Middleton, and I sort of over-estimated my stomach's holding capacity--I had to bring home half my order of cheese hash browns in a box, and I spent the next six hours halfway convinced that I would never eat again, but damn, that thick sliced bacon was good.
I, uh, also had coffee, but it did not make me crazy. I think it's possible that I brew it too strong when I make it myself.
I also saw Claire from the methods class I took my first semester in the graduate program--I had to take the undergraduate one because I didn't have an equivalent class, having been a non-sociology major in undergrad. She was in my project group; she's graduating next month and moving to Arizona, lucky thing. Have I mentioned that the extended forecast predicts no 60 degree days for the next WEEK?
Afterwards, we went to St. Vinny's to see what the Saturday sale was. Pants were two for one, as it turned out, including "retro" (halfway presentable) pants. So I got two pairs of jeans, although I had trouble finding ones that fit and didn't get a chance to try the second pair on--I just figured hey, I want my free pants. As it turns out, they're a bit big, but I think I can shrink them to a good fit. I think I'm between sizes or something right now--they try to mark the retro jeans in inches on the tags at St. Vinny's, but they don't always quite get it right; the pair that was slightly too big was marked an inch smaller than the other pair, I think. Also my butt has always been kind of big compared to my waist, so many pants are just cut wrong. It is vexing.* I hate taking off my shoes to try things on and you can only take three items into the dressing rooms, which means a lot of back and forth and taking on and off of shoes.
I also got two shirts and a cute little sundress in swirls of muted blue and green that totally matches my hair--I normally think that the skirt-over-jeans look is kind of silly, but I tried it on with a pair of the jeans and it actually looked pretty good. I do think dresses make more sense--it's like you're wearing a long top, kind of. A tunic, if you will.
One of the shirts is a lavendar fuzzy muppet fur short sleeved crop-top** sweater that totally makes me look like Bettie Page. Well, my torso, anyway. The other one is a sort of fuschia zebra print short-sleeved top. Which come to think of it, might be sort of Bettie Page-esque itself. Too bad capri pants make me look like a dwarf.
I looked at coffee tables, too--I think I could use one, and there's room--but held off on it for now. belleweather and caernsmith dropped me at home and I transcribed a bunch of stuff from the interviews I did this week--there was some good material. And eventually the bloated feeling went away and I actually consumed food again. Amazing.
*Not that I don't like my butt. It's great. I blame the pants industry.
**Either it's an intentional crop-top, or it just wasn't intended for a bust as large as mine. Hard to say. But it looked good on.