Thanks everyone for your very nice comments regarding my interview with Being Erica's creative duo, Aaron Martin and Jana Sinyor! Be assured that, while the Q&A may have seemed decent in writing, I was probably the most awkward person they ever had interview them. Think Chris Farley:
Oh, I wish I was exaggerating.
Anyhoo - let's talk DVD winner! I used a random number generator to select the commenter / Tweeter and the winner is .... Katharine (comment #7)! Congrats! I'll be in touch soon to get season one headed your way!
Edited to Add: If you didn't win, Staying In is giving away three sets of DVDs (both seasons!), but the contest is only open to Americans. Perhaps try your luck there?
As for the rest of you, to your disappointment, the sneak peak I referred to in my title has nothing to do with Being Erica's holiday special and has everything to do with my
mental illness 50s housewife stuff. As mentioned earlier, I'll embark on a short "very special episode" of Jen But Never Jenn - the 50s Housewife Does Christmas. I'll dive into the suggestions given to women at the time regarding holiday gift giving, decorating, food and entertaining. I'm slightly thrilled about a few aspects of that, and here's one of them:
That is a cardboard putz home. Adorable, right? I leaned the penny - an American penny! - against it to show you its size. These little tiny homes were the thing to decorate with at Christmas in the '40s and '50s. Many are sprinkled with mica (sparkles), have cellophane in the windows to act like stain glass and have holes in the back so that you can place a light in them (people put them on Christmas tree lights or created a wee Christmas village with them). Most of these were made in Japan (sort of like how today's cheap goods are all made in China), and some are even stamped with "Made in Occupied Japan" - I guess so people could feel like they were buying American when they were really sort of buying from a former World War II enemy. Patriot Marketing, how fun you are.
When these arrived the other day, I have to admit I went Full Girlie Mode and nearly vomited from all the charm. To my delighted surprise, when Patrick came home and saw them, he didn't respond like I thought he would ("What the hell is all this crap? Jesus fuck, Jen. Please tell me these weren't expensive."). Instead he picked one up and said, "Oh, cute." THEY ARE THAT ADORABLE! It's official: Putz is the new kitten.
So, next week, expect to see more of them (set-up as a village!) along with a few other time-warped Christmas delights!