Keeping Warm with a Yule Log?
I've been shopping around for a holiday sweater. I will no longer buy items of poor quality but can't really afford to shop at Bendel's all the time, so rich people's thrift stores have been my go-to.
I found a FABulous maroon cable-knit sweater with white piping along its V-neck at the Salvation Army in the West Village. Also found there: Ben Sherman & 501 Levi jeans for $8. HOT. I went back there a few days ago to scope the inventory but it's ALREADY BEEN REPLACED! I didn't even know it was closing & i'm there at least once a month! It's now some fancy douchebag photography shop! The West Village sucks more & more every time i go back there. Murray's are up to a dollar a bagel & no longer make their spinach bagels. My favorite soup place was turned into another cookie-cutter boring "asian-fusion" dumpling bar, Cosi was replaced by a Ricky's costume center & now stands empty, the bubble tea place was replaced by some haughty (& might i add, hideous) men's boutique. Grrr. OH! AND, Rugged Sole, the spot where i've been buying my sneakers since i moved here, is closing Dec. 31st. Booo! I would be more stricken if i hadn't just found out that they have another location in Brooklyn.
In conclusion: I think there should be a limit of how many corporate chain businesses are allowed within a range of each other outside of Times Square, midtown, & other designated yuppie/tourist areas...oops, i guess that applies to all of Manhattan below 85th Street.
ANYWAY, the whole reason i started this entry was to share the fun holiday fact i learned today. Ahem, a Yule Log is also sometimes known as the Great Ashen Faggot. Kinda sounds like a superhero, no? With that in mind, i have no problem wearing a gray sweater to this weekend's festivities if tonight's shopping is fruitless.
From a site about origins of holiday traditions
The pond-rous ashen faggot from the yard
The jolly farmer to his crowded hall
Conveys with speed; where, on the rising flames
(Already fed with store of massy brands).
It blazes soon; nine bandages it bears,
And as they each disjoin (so custom wills),
A mighty jug of sparkling cyder's brought,
With brandy mixt to elevate the guests.
1795, author unknown.
Holiday present:
I just saw this for the first time today & thought i would share:
I found a FABulous maroon cable-knit sweater with white piping along its V-neck at the Salvation Army in the West Village. Also found there: Ben Sherman & 501 Levi jeans for $8. HOT. I went back there a few days ago to scope the inventory but it's ALREADY BEEN REPLACED! I didn't even know it was closing & i'm there at least once a month! It's now some fancy douchebag photography shop! The West Village sucks more & more every time i go back there. Murray's are up to a dollar a bagel & no longer make their spinach bagels. My favorite soup place was turned into another cookie-cutter boring "asian-fusion" dumpling bar, Cosi was replaced by a Ricky's costume center & now stands empty, the bubble tea place was replaced by some haughty (& might i add, hideous) men's boutique. Grrr. OH! AND, Rugged Sole, the spot where i've been buying my sneakers since i moved here, is closing Dec. 31st. Booo! I would be more stricken if i hadn't just found out that they have another location in Brooklyn.
In conclusion: I think there should be a limit of how many corporate chain businesses are allowed within a range of each other outside of Times Square, midtown, & other designated yuppie/tourist areas...oops, i guess that applies to all of Manhattan below 85th Street.
ANYWAY, the whole reason i started this entry was to share the fun holiday fact i learned today. Ahem, a Yule Log is also sometimes known as the Great Ashen Faggot. Kinda sounds like a superhero, no? With that in mind, i have no problem wearing a gray sweater to this weekend's festivities if tonight's shopping is fruitless.
From a site about origins of holiday traditions
The pond-rous ashen faggot from the yard
The jolly farmer to his crowded hall
Conveys with speed; where, on the rising flames
(Already fed with store of massy brands).
It blazes soon; nine bandages it bears,
And as they each disjoin (so custom wills),
A mighty jug of sparkling cyder's brought,
With brandy mixt to elevate the guests.
1795, author unknown.
Holiday present:
I just saw this for the first time today & thought i would share:
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