Month: December 2013

bookmark_borderIn flagrante delicto — brilliant!

Posted on by Christine Elias
Hands off my All!

You have to hear this, it’s brilliant. Passive-aggressive perhaps, but brilliant nonetheless.

Someone I know (a real someone) lives in a place where the laundry facilities are shared. It’s not a big place — think a multi-family house.

One of this certain someone’s (CS for short) neighbours had taken to using her laundry soap. Not just sometimes, but all the time. The neighbour even put CS’s full container on her shelf and moved her (ever) empty container to you-can-guess-where.

The gall, right?

But CS’s response was so perfect that I had to share it.

She put a note inside her full bottle of soap that said: “Stop using other people’s laundry soap — it makes you an asshole.”

A note outside of the jug would’ve accused everyone in the laundry room of ill doing. But this way, only the culprit would see the note in flagrante delicto.

Delicious!

bookmark_borderI don’t make resolutions — I make purchases

Posted on by Christine Elias

So, I don’t make resolutions — I tend to make purchases.

But I have been very, very good lately. I bought some shirts because I needed new shirts and I bought some pants because, well, there’s something odd going on with my midsection that’s necessitating a bigger size.

This is how good I’ve been. I’ve had my eye on these boots for some time. They’re a Church’s AURA II Chelsea boot.

Church’s, AURA II — not telling you the price. Click if you must.

Nice, right?

But nope. I resisted. And I continue to resist them on a daily basis.

I visit them online weekly and also look at similar (not much) cheaper versions that don’t get me in a lather.

So if I am going to make any resolutions, it’s to try and buy things I need and not want.

Almost time to say goodbye.

And I do have a need for footwear — just not those boots.

You see, my Dr. Martens are just about to give up the ghost. I’ve repaired them once, but one of the eyelets is just about to rip through again. (The eyelet provides a smooth, rigid surface for laces to be fed through, and stops (or in my case does not stop) the leather from fraying where the hole was made.)

I need a new pair of brown or oxblood lace up shoes. This is a fact. I have proof of imminent shoe failure. I could get a new pair of the Docs, but the quality (obviously) is not what it used to be.

So I am thinking about these lovely shoes that I could — without a doubt — really use.

Even nicer, right? And really quite practical.