There's something about love that makes me crave a diner.
I love the person I woke up next to this morning, who is still sleeping beside me.
Yesterday, we went to Marshalls at 69th Street, and I spent $160 very wisely:
- gorgeous, magenta, wool peacoat, very warm (tested it out in the freezing cold last night)
- mid-calf-height, warm, soft, flexible, faux-leather, faux-fur-lined, black boots
- earth-tone, thick, queen-size, all-cotton quilt
- 7 pairs of thick, tall, Sierra Club brand socks from the men's department
- wool hat with earflaps, faux-fur-lined, in shades of earthy purple
- fingerless gloves with a mitten-flap
- an extra pillow for my bed
Best $160 I've spent in a while. I love Marshall's. I will never be cold again. And there was nothing I got that I didn't already have in mind to get. I had nothing to put on my feet except tennis shoes and Blowfish flats, and we had our first Nor'easter yesterday. I showed up at Marshall's in soaking-wet sneakers and left with the warmest feet in the world. I had no top-blanket for my bed, just a thin quilt. I had no warm winter coat, which meant bundling up in several layers of sweaters and hoodies, mostly covered in cat hair and gross from being worn in wet weather. My new coat is so warm I can put it on over a normal outfit and not worry about layers. And it's magenta to beat the blues. I traipsed around west Philly last night in the slush and ice in my new boots and Sierra Club socks, and my feet felt like they were at home in bed.
Then last night, we ate at New Delhi Indian Buffet, which was perfect food for the cold weather. Then ”home” (his place) where we watched a slightly-creepy movie about the end of the world, called ”Knowing,” starring a bedraggled Nicholas Cage and some sad children.
The snow stopped during the night, and there was a 30-car pile-up on I-95. The sun is shining through the blinds on the bay windows of the room my beloved rents at this far-flung edge of Philadelphia. I'm craving diner breakfast. There's something about love that makes me crave a diner.
When my darling wakes up, we will get diner breakfast and go into the city to set ourselves up at a coffee shop with our laptops, where I will prepare for my workweek and we will sip coffee and nibble on sweets and people-watch.
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Yesterday, we went to Marshalls at 69th Street, and I spent $160 very wisely:
- gorgeous, magenta, wool peacoat, very warm (tested it out in the freezing cold last night)
- mid-calf-height, warm, soft, flexible, faux-leather, faux-fur-lined, black boots
- earth-tone, thick, queen-size, all-cotton quilt
- 7 pairs of thick, tall, Sierra Club brand socks from the men's department
- wool hat with earflaps, faux-fur-lined, in shades of earthy purple
- fingerless gloves with a mitten-flap
- an extra pillow for my bed
Best $160 I've spent in a while. I love Marshall's. I will never be cold again. And there was nothing I got that I didn't already have in mind to get. I had nothing to put on my feet except tennis shoes and Blowfish flats, and we had our first Nor'easter yesterday. I showed up at Marshall's in soaking-wet sneakers and left with the warmest feet in the world. I had no top-blanket for my bed, just a thin quilt. I had no warm winter coat, which meant bundling up in several layers of sweaters and hoodies, mostly covered in cat hair and gross from being worn in wet weather. My new coat is so warm I can put it on over a normal outfit and not worry about layers. And it's magenta to beat the blues. I traipsed around west Philly last night in the slush and ice in my new boots and Sierra Club socks, and my feet felt like they were at home in bed.
Then last night, we ate at New Delhi Indian Buffet, which was perfect food for the cold weather. Then ”home” (his place) where we watched a slightly-creepy movie about the end of the world, called ”Knowing,” starring a bedraggled Nicholas Cage and some sad children.
The snow stopped during the night, and there was a 30-car pile-up on I-95. The sun is shining through the blinds on the bay windows of the room my beloved rents at this far-flung edge of Philadelphia. I'm craving diner breakfast. There's something about love that makes me crave a diner.
When my darling wakes up, we will get diner breakfast and go into the city to set ourselves up at a coffee shop with our laptops, where I will prepare for my workweek and we will sip coffee and nibble on sweets and people-watch.
Posted via m.livejournal.com.