While an evening snowfall the other day seemed to threaten things, it looks like spring has sprung around these parts. This means I get to access some outerwear that I haven't seen in many months.
It's kind of like getting new clothes, except if you're like me - a person who doesn't take exceptional care of her things - they look the furthest thing from new. It's only when I pull a spring jacket out from storage do I see the little stain on the lapel or the missing button that I somehow managed to go all season without noticing. I'm sure if I inspect my winter jacket right now, I'll finally realize that there's a dangling thread in the back and, uh, remnants from The Day I Ran Out of Kleenex.
Anyway, one of my favourite simple pleasures in life is going in the pockets of jackets past. There's always something to discover. Sometimes it's some change or a $5 bill, lipstick I thought I lost or some gum. But most often, it's a list of some kind. I like taking a look at it and seeing what I was buying then and try to remember what meal I had in mind at the time. This year, my spring jacket find was quite the flashback:
So, at first, I was like WTF?!. I don't do a lot of baking, so flour and sugar aren't very typical buys for me. But even stranger were the mentions of chicken livers and canned peas. What on earth was I .... OOOOOOH!
Ha. And I even love that I wrote "hot dogs?" on the list - with a question mark - knowing full well that I'd need to buy them as a back-up dinner.
By the way ... I'm hoping to share some news about the 50s housewife experiment (and other things) shortly, so hang tight!