Sorry, more on the spice jars. Not like I've actually baked or cooked anything in a couple of weeks other than two pies, but I am very, very excited to get back in there. I told Melissa that I ran out of vanilla extract and cinnamon on the same day, and felt a strange sense of accomplishment, the way I always do when I get to the bottom of any jar or bottle. Spool of thread, bag of flour, can of spray-starch. It always feels good to need more of those things, for some reason. Anyway, I brought all my bottles to New Seasons on Division, a local market. I had them weigh one bottle to get the tare weight, then filled up the rest of them and kept a list of what I was getting. The cashier then rung everything up, grudgingly. No one, absolutely no one there was nice to me while I was doing this. And they have this big sign on the side of the building that says "the friendliest store in town." Right. I didn't care, though. It was worth it. As I said, I saved a ton of money, and in this case that was worth it to me, meanies be damned.
A lot needs to happen today. I have a ton of email to answer. All my orders from the last week or so will finally ship, including the sneaker orders from the post about Calico Balloon, which won't be wrapped as I want them to because I'm not done designing the stickers/can't find the tissue paper/haven't decided on ribbon, etc. The Calico Balloon web site still won't be ready for a while. Everything's taking longer than I thought, but it's okay. My antique booth is going well so far, and I'm excited about that. I'm bringing a ton more stuff over there this week.
I'll also be putting my Stripey Sweater Handbags up on the Posie site this week. I had meant to make more of them (I think there are seven) and also make a whole bunch more stuff for the site, but it's not happening, and fall is fast upon us. It might also be a good time to admit something — I don't like Halloween. I was at Goodwill yesterday and they are fully decorated for the upcoming event, complete with real prosthetic legs hanging from the ceiling. It was so gross.
I'm a total party-pooper about Halloween. The only thing I really like about it is watching or reading The Woman in White, which we always do in October. (Speaking of novels, this is one of my favorites. If you are one of the many fans of The Fingersmith, I think you'll like this one, too [for your own, many, unfathomable reasons, of course — I can, as explained, only guess at these things].) Scary-cat Bridget came trotting into the living room yesterday with a huge dead bird hanging out of her mouth, cartoon-eyed and making that "Look what I killed, Mommy!!!" chirping noise. The blood-curdler I let loose would've felled the Headless Horseman, I tell you. It certainly scared the hell out of the Bee, who turned and raced out the back door (bird banging against her chest) faster than you can say boo and didn't come back for hours. Eeeeyuck. Poor, poor birdy. Naughty Bee!!!