Saturday,
January 29, 2005
Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last it's Saturday
Have
I mentioned recently how much I love love LOVE Buchanan's
Antique Markets down at Fair Park? As of today, I love them even more when
they're the garage sale instead of the regular antique fair, because the stuff
was SO much cheaper and cooler!
My haul -- I walked away with a nice plaster mask, a sign that says "Beware of Attack Democrat," a bag of sesame onion poppy crackers, a memory card with dictionary and thesaurus for my Palm, some nifty pins that will make cool dollhouse wall decorations, and a gorgeous costume jewelry necklace that just needs a new chain. All in all, I was extremely pleased, both with the haul and the prices -- I paid a grand total of $35 for everything. That's a huge improvement over the usually inflated prices at the regular antique market (where someone actually tried to sell Lyndon an old, nonfunctioning camera for $500. Lyndon told him it wouldn't be worth $500 if it was actually working, and even then it would be of more use as a paperweight than a camera. I love it when he gets indignant).
Then
it was back home to play with the kitties and do some more work on Paige's quilt.
Now that I've decided to go with the diagonal latticework, it means I have less
actual squares to make, but more triangular pieces (which reminds me -- I need
to stop off at Hobby Lobby next week and pick up more white on white fabric.
Admit it -- you want my life). Lyndon thinks it's very pretty, though, and mentioned
that it will need to be impressed on Paige's mom that this is an heirloom and
not to be pitched when the kid gets older. I suggested that I embroider a Kappa
label on the back -- that should make Lisa decide that it's worth keeping.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the living room, it seems that more and more space is opening up in the Wall O' Video. If I haven't mentioned this recently, Lyndon is slowly emptying the Wo'V of VHS tapes and replacing everything with either store-bought DVDs or homemade DVR dubs of the rarer British stuff, and tossing the commercial tapes or storing the homemade ones in plastic bins.
So far, he's transferred about half of his personally taped stash, and bought a slew of British shows via Amazon.co.uk (it's good to have a region-free DVD player). We now have the complete set of The New Statesman, the first three seasons of Goodness Gracious Me, the first season of Press Gang, and all three seasons of The Sandbaggers.
Speaking of The Sandbaggers, my goodness but I think I'm in love with a TV show -- to borrow a quote from the fan site, "The Sandbaggers is remarkable for the many ways in which it inverts espionage genre conventions: the lead spymaster doesnt drink and is about as far from charming as you can get, his top agent hates violence, no one has any flashy cars or gadgets or sexual liaisons, and the whole series features very few action scenes. A typical 50-minute episode consists of men and women having intelligent conversations and heated arguments in government offices, in London parks, and in the Ops Room, where missions are planned and controlled." I strongly recommend this series if you like intelligent spy stories and have a region-free DVD player.
Oops, the washer just dinged -- time to dump in some fabric softener. The excitement just never stops around here.
