Christmas in September?
All those twinkling lights; those trees flocked in white. Floor two of the downtown store is morphing into Klausville. It must be the economy, stupid. It is the economy, but come to think of it, Boston Store is where I head to buy now pay later. 80% off the ticketed price on summer’s leftovers is looking pretty good right now, never mind that my cousin Mavis looks really bad in hot pink.
Speaking of snow, word from Deb Brehmer at the Portrait Society Gallery is that they’ve received grant monies for a “Minister of Snow.” He’ll be ministering when the gallery reveals their Winter Chapel in January. The idea being, we need this guy to get us through the months when real snow flocks us to the nines. It is positively astounding that the gallery received grant monies for such a wild scheme. Who would have guessed?
Well, I’m 25 years more than Sally, but I can still kick. And it does me good to kick about Christmas stuff when I’m still wearing linen.