Sorry sorry to everyone who really wanted a review. It just wasn’t meant to be. There were other things I was destined to do.
I have had such a productive day! Lots of cleaning. First, I sorted through my many many many earrings. This is the first step in my grand plan to re-organize my apartment (give away earrings thus opening up the entire bookshelf that currently holds my jewelry, then move books onto it from the living room, then get rid of the living room bookshelf, then move the desk where the bookshelf is, and then get the armchair from the storage unit and put it where the desk is). I got it down to 8 pairs I really really want to keep, and about 50 that I can give away. How do I have so many earrings???? And why do I never wear any of them????
(I won’t buy more earrings until/unless the Once Upon a Time in Mumbai collection comes out. I love everything Kangana is wearing)
And then I walked the dog, and wrote a blog post, and did the dishes, and made bacon (my traditional Saturday breakfast) and did dishes and wrote another blog post, and then I got in the car to go to Namaste England. The only showtime of the day, and the only showtime I could possibly make this weekend.
(oooo, Badshah song!)
I got in the car, and two minutes later the sky went gray, the rain started to sprinkle, and the wind picked up to the point that trees where bending over. So I took it as a sign and pulled off the road 5 minutes out and went grocery shopping instead.
(And Emraan Hashmi didn’t even show up to save me! Definitely time to go home)
I got more sardines (miracle food! Vitamin D, Vitamin A, B12, and fish oil!), and apple cider (fall!) and more peanut butter (Dog Hazel is eating a lot of it) and Milk of Evil (the local organic milk producer makes great milk but has terrible politics).
(Not the fancy Indian style sardines either, just straight from the can)
And then I went across the street to the mall (a mall! So retro!) where they were having a sale on leggings. And then I bought a pretzel on the way out because that’s what our Mom always bought us if we were good when we went to the mall.
(I’ve been wanting leggings since I saw Anushka’s new ad campaign)
And then I started thinking “why did we spend all my childhood at the mall? Now I where the same clothes for literally decades” and then I remembered “oh right, children GROW!!!! We had to get an entire new wardrobe, plus shoes, every 4 months. No wonder it felt like we were always at the mall!”
(Or, of course, my parents could have done the Satyam Shivam Sundaram thing and just dressed us in progressively smaller clothes as we outgrew them until eventually it became straight up pornagraphy. But unlike Zeenat’s father, they did NOT hate us and blame us for the misery of their lives, so they bought us new clothes instead)
And then I came home and had an indulgent afternoon, which for me means picking up and putting things away, plus I bought myself flowers and I put them in the window, and no my apartment is lovely! Well, on the way to lovely. After I finish the multi-step furniture re-arrangement plan, and vacuum and dust, and maybe buy a Shahrukh wall sticker, then it will be beautiful.
And now I am sitting on the couch with Dog Hazel snoring next to me, looking at the wind blowing and grey skies out the window and feeling very happy I am inside and not outside.