Personal day

Social security office*, DMV, Target, Old Navy, Marshall's, Burlington Coat Factory, and DSW later, this finally official Mrs. is watching Ferris Bueller and taking a nap on the couch.

*After all that agonizing, nothing could have been easier. Big clean office, no lines, nice lady at counter who let me keep all my names, dude spritzing everything the second everyone touched it, hand sanitizer everywhere. Who knew!

My Thanksgiving pies

White potato (yes, they are sweet, not savory) with homemade raspberry sauce.

Tempest in a teacup

Why is this Tiger Woods thing such big news? It's clearly PRIVATE. And also NOT THAT INTERESTING. Media, you deserve to fail.

The piemaker

Thank you, all, for the good sewing tips. I will follow them in the new year! In the meantime I am excited to plunge into the holidays. Tonight I'm baking a pie for the first time without my mom. I'm making her white potato pie recipe to take to Chris's aunt's for Thanksgiving. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Oh -- Shelby, Chris, and I got matching new phones. They are very fancy and smart, darling. Perhaps I will even be able to blog from it over the holiday weekend.

Happy Turkey Day!

I think I would like to learn to sew

Flower arranging is too expensive of a hobby; if I knitted I would only knit scarves and everyone already has enough scarves; I stare at a computer screen all day so I'd like to put InDesign and Illustrator off to the future.

But if I sewed, I could make simple, streamlined, Parisienne-esque clothes. Skirts and tops and dresses and such.

What are the next steps?

Last night's autumnal dinner

Pork loin in crockpot with quartered onions and other mysterious fixings of Chris's doings. Turned on low heat at noon, served at 8 pm. Perfect.
Delicata squash cut in half lengthwise and adorned with pats of butter and salt and freshly ground pepper. Baked at 400 degrees for 25 minutes. Delicious.
Frozen brussels sprouts spread on cookie sheet, drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with cubed pancetta. Baked in the same oven with the squash. Yum!

We can never go back to Manderley again...

On Saturday I watched Rebecca on the couch with the green fuzzy blanket. I had never seen it before (Rebecca, not the blanket). I really enjoyed it, from pretty Joan Fontaine to amazing Olivier (even if they didn't have any chemistry) to scenery-chomping Judith Anderson to the costumes and interior design of MANDERLEY. The house is the star! I recapped the whole movie to Chris over wings and fried pickles at a new place in our hood.

Hitchcock rules.*

*That farting Rear Window sketch on SNL, however, does not.