When Margaret was here earlier this month, and I was dropping her off for her talk on social media, she said she was a bit nervous. I said, “Just pray for the Muse of Public Speaking to descend upon you.” I’ve often told people that I ask for various muses to descend upon me, and when they ask what happens, I can honestly reply, “They usually do.”
So, when I prayed for the Muse of Motivation to descend upon me this week, it (or perhaps she) mercifully did. I finally took inventory of how much baking supplies I have on hand, and realized I don’t have enough tins. I vaguely recall throwing away a hundred or so in December, but Step 2 – re-ordering, had alluded me.
So much better to know all of this now, before Marilyn comes barreling up the driveway, ready to bake. Besides quickly ordering more tins, I placed a large order at the bulk foods store, and have asked for new labels to be designed for the Totally Decadent Fruitcakes. Once I have those, all my labels will hopefully be done.
You can imagine the amount of coercion required to get me to do that, so off to the clothing stores I went. I started at the sainted Bay, where I surprised myself entirely by buying a bathing suit. Where that came from, I have no idea! As it was 30% off, I immediately spent the money I’d saved at my favourite consignment store. I bought a pair of adorable Liz Claiborne pants and floral-printed Susan Bristol shift.
Unfortunately, as with all addicts, opening the door a tiny bit is a complete mistake. The next day I went to my second-favourite consignment store, and as they had 50% off all shoes, I bought a to-die-for pair of pink sandals. On the shelf they had the most gorgeous bag, and the woman said it was a Gucci, and was around $350.
She said, “Would you like to hold it?” I, being much cagier than the saleslady, declined. I said, “If I go to the SPCA to look at kittens I don’t hold them, either.” When I got home I told Nicky and his girlfriend about the great bag. Taya said her mother (an antiques dealer) found a Gucci purse at a garage sale for $10. The owner said she’d paid $3,000.
Taya said it was in a ‘weird’ colour of yellow, and the lining was dirty, so though her mother had given it to her, she never used it. I said, “You give me that bag right away.” And she said she would! I’ll keep you posted on that, for sure.
Since early March the Muse of Dieting has remained, and I think this has added a new dimension to shopping. Now I say to myself that I ‘need’ this or that item, and so you can imagine the predicament I’m now in. I ‘need’ new clothes, and I want motivation to bake, so the hunger is insatiable.
However, as long as the muses keep me shopping for baking supplies, ordering new labels, and marketing to stores, then I guess that’s just the price one has to pay.