From Modcloth “Paw Trek” enamel pins. Bonus points for Paw Spawk doing the Live Long and Prosper salute.
A midweek Halloween is usually on the quiet side. Also, odd rains in Phoenix have hampered outside decorating considerably. Oct 29th has more Christmas put out but the dedicated can still find something needed. The Survie’s tent is modestly festive, more reverent. A few choice strands o’ lights, gourds o’ pumpkins, the gaze is directed this year rather than assaulted.
The only thing roasting this Halloween season is lovely vegetables. Usually in Phoenix we are still tipping over 100 degrees but the desert tricksters are giving an almost Fall season. 90 degrees for a few hours a day then dipping nicely into the 80s. So it’s roast-a-rama time with garlic, onions, vegetables…oh the fragrance. Caramelization thy will be done.
Does this make up for the extra sugar and caffeine? No. Sadly no. Now through the last dregs of New Year’s Pineapple Upside Down Cake, it’s a struggle of balance, sanity, glucose levels. (Gain 20 pounds, color your hair funny, that’ll solve looking chubby and unhealthy. Hey, wear those too-tight plaid pants while you’re at it.)
Any-who Boo, this is one beautiful roasting pan o’ color and the windows can be opened for coolish breezes. Corners have been turned.
Over the decades Target Stores have gone through many re-makes, re-do’s, and fully re-engineered from the ground up changes. One thing has always remained consistent no matter what incarnation of marketing efficiency is enacted; those li’l corners o’ bargain hell that pop up when you least expect it. You can look for these aisles of savings but the true portals of mystical bargains find you. Tonight’s offering, a Bob Ross costume, with missing beard. Clearly an abused and maimed product, baffling why someone would think this should even go back up on the wall. But it *is* the wall, The Wall, and the mortals do not decide.
Target, what crossroads did you start at?
Cirque de Surviethe story
Starbucks released the pumpkin hounds on August 30, the earliest release yet of the fan obsessed Pumpkin Spice Latte beverage. It was a twitter’lanche of joy for thousands (millions?) of people who begin a new year with the first sip of the seasonal favorite. Many people wrote of how summer hot it was outside but it would bring them closer to Autumn which was only three weeks away. Hooray! I’m happy for them! My gripe, aside from the PSL not being a favorite holiday beverage (Peppermint Mocha, bring back Eggnog!) was the plain plain plain cup this icon of drinks was served. A holiday beverage that is being passed down through the generations (this drink is serious culture) should be presented in a cup befitting its glory.
The graphic for the early promotion is quite beautiful, pumpkins representing, but drinking a representation of autumnal seasonal bliss in 90 degree weather, in a plain cup is like a toast at a wedding being done ’round back amongst the refuse with your champagne in a brown paper bag. I’ll wait til the nights cool off to the 80s and the cups are festively adorned. Then I can sip my fall favorite and read the twitter’lance about how shitty the holiday designs are and the conspiracy against a certain group of people. Hey, let’s wager on who takes offense this year.
Enjoy Enjoy, my friends. Enjoy the year begun anew with your Pumpkin Spice Lattes. May your good cheer start an early wave of hap-happiness for the rest of us.
The Sun enters Virgo August 22, 9:09pm (PDT) and begins an in-between season here in the south west desert. Still very much summer but slight nips of cooler breeze can be imagined while the sun goes down a li’l sooner every day.
Spring is here and so be the Zombie Gnomes. Let’em fight, you aren’t going to break them up. Good for the garden, good for you. Check out the many zombie gnomes at Chris and Jane’s Place on Etsy. There are books too.
The last week of January and the poppies are in their glory. They bloom in front of the poinsettias that should be on the fade but are holding tight to holiday mode. How delightful to have so much colorful life right on the patio. It’s messing with my dark heart. Can’t let the clowns hear me talk like this.