FoMO Xmas? | Perfume Posse
My desktop holiday trees.
Well this is embarrassing. I’ve got nothing again. I’ve been busy at work (rather unseasonably) and just feeling kind of drained. It doesn’t feel very Chistmassy out there, despite every talking head babbling about all of these events and goodies available. Grins so wide (as wide as those desperate “buy something.. buy anything! Please!) you’re afraid it will meet in the back of their head and the whole thing will just flop horribly over.
The famous Stahl House, now for sale. It will not be my Xmas present.
Perhaps it’s the general, shall we say “turbulence” right now. I feel like staying close to home and nesting. I should have written “cleaning” but I suppose since Xmas and New Years sit mid-week I guess I can do some, since 2026 will not bring a house full of cute cleaning robots that will do it for me. (well it’s to be hoped it won’t bring nuclear holocaust, also like in that same Ray Bradbury short story.
Mary Berry. Be nice to her and she will give you cake.
Now I am doing things to decompress. I’m barely skimming the news programs, pulling back on Social Media, preferring to watch Mary Berry bake. There’s something so efficient and coolly competent about her. I kind of with Mary Berry could just take over everything. She would give you a lovely piece of cake when you deserved it or a good talking to when something stronger than cake was needed.
Sister Bertrille, the Flying Nun. No hat will get me airborne without the wingspan on a 767 and at least two jet engines..
Videos of cute young Samoyeds in the snow and baby pumas playing with their keepers help too. I will spend at least one day driving around with the top down listening to “Thompson Twins” or other 80’s soundtracks, Chris Doridas on KCRW and “Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me.” Well, maybe 20 minutes with the top down. With my Sister Bertrille sunhat and spf 45000..
It’s only one week before Xmas. Are you feeling it? Yay or Nay. Let us know in the comments.
Images; my iPhone, Pexels, Wikimedia Commons
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