We sunk a lot of dough into making coats this season and they came out great. The only problem is that they came in late and lots of people had already bought one for the season.
Most of my "real" customers have bought one though. They love Lisa's designs and whenever she makes something like this they always buy one. I need some of my more casual customers to buy and they are doing it but it slow going. And the winter will be over soon. So I will have to store them over the summer.
Something I am not looking forward to doing.
There is a short one and a long one. I hope we can sell a bunch in this snowstorm.
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Make 'em bulletproof. You'll sell out in no time.
Sell them out of the trunk of your car. Wait..you don't have a car!!
Oh, it's snowing out. Time to buy my winter coat.
I know there are millions or at least hundreds of thousands of people like that but I've never been able to understand it. They must be low anxiety types. Me, if I don't have my winter coat bought by November at the latest, it's like I'm gonna die or sump'n. I just realized summer's right around the corner and my two pairs of summer pants that I wear turn and turn about for four months are getting frayed on the bottom. What'll I do, what'll I do?!?!
Someone farted in the elevator and fucking smelled tonight.
The nugget has disappeared.
And to catch you up Troop, Mamam has been "quilting".
We are going to get a major blizzard and I am getting kind of horny. 24 to 48 inches, hello, take me home girlfriend.
thanks.
ta ta.
When I smelled that fart I was disgusted.
This is an expensive loft building.
You think the residents would have some class.
Sad.
You're having a blizzard out there and we have a crazed killer on the loose out here.
Titus: For Robbie Burns Day... Tits.
This time of year Troop prefers to wear a Cosby Sweater, cf. Urban Dictionary.
13 inches of wet snow unloaded here today with the rest heading eastward.
Hopefully ricpic's roof warmer is plugged in and ready for the onslaught. Our eves are filled with ice and dripping.
Yesterday when the sun was out, the day felt so bright and warm and shiny, I started thinking spring. I looked in the calendar/journal I keep from year to year, and found it is possible for snow drops and pussy willows to be blooming by March 7, with spring peepers singing soon after.
While I needed and used my winter coat today, thoughts of buying another were nowhere on the horizon.
Winter is almost as passe as Loaf Pinching over at TOP. Shift happens. Titus need to start with the chirbits himself if he wants to get more rise out of that loaf.
A crazed killer?
Not exactly plugged into the news, eh, Troop?
Shoot Titus. From my mouth to God's ear. Is that you over there explaining gay sex to straight women?
No Mamam, I don't live over there.
Although I am getting very horny about news of a major Noreaster.
My large uncut mushroom head hog is at full salute.
I may need to do some jerky jerky to relieve it of it's horniness.
Also, I would do the serial killer in Cali, black with big bis and tris and pecs-I am sold.
The black serial killer in Cali with a muscular body also "reached out" to Anderson Cooper.
He is totally on the dl.
I would totally run from the law with him.
@TY - yep - someone uttered the phrase "Inga, she-wolf of the SS" in relation to that story, but as always, the press ignored that point.
He was a cop and in the military too, mega hot.
Dress up Mister Army Man or Cop and pull out that black MK 57.
When I get really horny I am trying really hard to just pull up a porno, jerk my load, and go to bed...
Instead of taking a walk.
It takes discipline though.
Although, after I wank to a porno online I am grateful I didn't invest the time and energy in getting the real thing.
It really is a balancing act.
You know what I mean?
No Mamam, I don't live over there.
I know. That curtain closed a while ago, when different forms of derailment replaced outre and edgy.
Mamam you don't understand.
Althouse wanted me and needed to meet me.
I sent her multiple pics of me and the Indy husband and rare clumber and she desired a meet up.
I blew her off three times.
That's how I roll.
Bitches.
tits.
I also sent her tons of videos of us in India and cows eating garbage.
She replied that she couldn't wait to meet me and the UK Brownie.
She knew I was exotic, bitchy, fucked up and smart.
She desired me.
As a result, no meety weety up. Mission accomplished.
You know what I am saying my little Catfish.?
Thanks.
blake if it didn't happen on the Real Housewives or Honey Boo Boo chances are I missed it.
I find serial killer stories very boring and skip right past them to news of Bethanny's divorce. Just sayn'
I know, I know. I was there for that. But this is a brave new world Titus. If you did that last bit with your voice in a chirplit, women would be falling into your conundrum.
Right now, it's looking like nuggets in the efalator and fab winter coats headed for storage for you unless something changes.
Quilting follows soon after.
He's not a serial killer, but a spree killer.
And a big fan of MSNBC, though the press coverage is curiously uninterested in political views.
It'll probably interrupt one of the shows you DO watch. Or end up as a reality show.
My hubby and I were talking about what caste we came from.
Me, lower middle class, uneducated, no electricity parents when they grew up.
Him upper class caste, friends of Gandhi family.
So depressing.
Why couldn't I be born into money.
They God my lower class parents never spent any money though, because I have a pretty nice dowry.
My parents bowled with matching shirts from the local welding company and his played cricket with the British....sigh.
Winter is almost as passe as Loaf Pinching over at TOP.
Yes, I was crust fallen with the lack of attention that chirbit got. I think chirbit is a cool tool.
Trooper York said...
A crazed killer?
I was listening to KFI radio tonight and they were reading from his manifesto. He wants to kill all the people who "harmed" him and their kids too. He's promised a big standoff with lots of potential victims. And get this: he's big on gun control.
Yes, I was crust fallen with the lack of attention that chirbit got. I think chirbit is a cool tool.
It is a cool tool. That place is in transition. Percolating.
Icy pellets that appear to fall through the cracks melt to become spring water.
The killer's manifesto reads like a TOP comment thread.
• Hillary Clinton. You’ll make one hell of a president in 2016. Much like your husband, Bill, you will be one of the greatest.
• Wayne LaPierre, President of the NRA, you’re a vile and inhumane piece of shit.
• Cyclist, I have no problem sharing the road with you. But, at least go the fucking speed limit posted or get off the road!!!
• Larry David, I agree. 72-82 degrees is way to hot in a residence. 68 , degrees is perfect.
Nemo has begun.
I am looking out my bay windows in my glamorous corner office down Mass Ave. and The Hancock Building is starting to look blurry.
Auntie Emm! Auntie Emm!
Glamor vincit omnia
Good observations, Chip. I doubt this guy will be found holed up in the mountains. He probably set his truck on fire in the wilderness and escaped on a motorcycle he had in the back. The mountains are an excellent place to create a diversion, and the ban on helicopters ensures that maximum man power will be used instead.
I'd look for him hiding out as a bass player in an upstate NY geezer rock band.
On second thought, I'd check every public employee in Madison.
And Titus? Don't be a snow pussy. Show them your true Wisconsin character: walk around with your snorkel hood parka unzipped in freezing weather! Blow the day off and go skeeching! Brain damage from car exhaust? Help pretty & stranded female drivers. Teach people how to drive in the snow. Shovel an old lady's walk. Make your mother proud!
No one even dares talk about the elephant in the room: the killer cop is a schvartz. What's the use.
ricpic: everybody knows that already. People are still trying to figure out the smoke signal in:
I never had the opportunity to have a family of my own, I’m terminating yours.
Is he bitterly gay? Is he sterile?
I note that Dorner translates to "thorner" which is exactly what this nutjob is trying to be in the side of the LAPD.
Please chick I fucking love the snow.
I am Wisconsin.
There are 4 other Wisconsin peeps who works in our office and we are loving it....although they are Phd's from UW. But the PHD Econ program in Wisconsin is supposed to be good, not Ivy good but still very good.
Go Wisconsin!
What's the relevance, ric?
They're not shy about showing pictures of the guy, so it's not like they're trying to hide his ethnicity.
And he's a spree killer which is a group generally recognized to be populated with all ethnicities (unlike serial killers who are, for some reason, presumed to be white, despite history).
But I don't see the significance.
My only complaint about the storm is I don't have a female tit to suckle and give me comfort. Or what they call in UK biddy, sucky biddy.
I don't suck my hubby's tits anymore.
I don't suck my hubby's tits anymore.
Holy cow, Titus! Now you just venerate him?
If you can't find a comforting tit, Titus, keep your eye out for a snow blower.
He worships me Chick. I just lay there and wait for it to end.
Sex can be challenging when you have been together for a long time.
I don't give a shit about ever having sex with him again but I still love him and want to be with him. He can be a total bitch but he is my bitch. And he can manage me and I need managing.
I am such a fag sometimes.
Mamam, are you "quilting"?
tits
I like em brown but I never imagined in my wildest dreams the brown I would be with would be a Hindi.
I was thinking more Rican or Dominican Republican.
I also thought he would be poorer than me.
And dumber than me.
I was anticipating the brownie I was with was more scattered, and worked for tips, and was kind of loser, but very fucking hot.
Instead, I got incredibly hot, with major bod, who was organized and made more money than me, but was at least kind of brown. And he is younger too!
People mistake him for Italian.
Want to see a pic?
Chick, even though you were talking in a gay voice I thought your voice would sound older.
Do you all have a picture in your head what the rest of us look like?
Most importantly what do you all picture me to look like, act like, interact with others?
There are a huge amount of Temple Shalom's closed around here because of the weather.
You can't swing a cat without hitting a jew here.
Mamam, are you "quilting"?
No. The Humor is Off me Now
Titus, There's a story about this being the 144th celebration of the cleansing in the Ganges. This years event is supposed to have extra karma qualities. There's a group photo of young, new, holy men getting ready to wade in wearing loin cloths. I thought about your wife.
Titus: Troop has posted many photos of your visage in these pages over the years. But I was the second to present an aural rendition.
BTW Troop, is your title a shout out to the Tube Bar crank calls?
Mamam no quilt pics no dick pics.
Now punch it Marge.
tits.
You're right, blake, in this case race has no particular significance. I have a reflexive problem with the MSM's refusal to notice race when it's inconvenient to the narrative.
MamaM - my roof wire is on! All the manly men around here probably know there's a button on an electrical outlet (maybe only outdoor outlets?) that if tripped turns off the power. That was my last crisis. I accidently tripped the button which turned off the power so the roof wire didn't work and when the guy came out and pushed the button in I was EMBARRASSED! What can I tellya, not pioneer stock.
When are governor was announcing weather delays behind him was a huge black woman waving a fan and looking all black.
And I am not fucking kidding
Where's my catfish? I am horny, snowbound and erect.
Mamam no quilt pics no dick pics.
This is how old and tired I am, Titus. I'd rather look at pictures of Cosby sweaters. So no trade.
Look at Ricpic - learnin' the electrical code one rule at a time. GFCI is your friend - know your GFCI, be thankful it exists.
Mama if you send me a square of a quilt pic I will send a portion of my waxed bush?
That doesn't sound like fair trade, Titus: something for nothing.
Mama do you have nice tits?
How would you rate em?
Chick, how would you rank your hog?
Are you happy with it?
Here's the text of both an update on Facebook and a blog post I put up earlier today:
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If you’re in New York, and want to hear some beautiful singing to cheer yourself despite the weather this weekend, you could do worse than go listen to the boys of St. Paul’s Choir School from Cambridge Mass. They will be riding out the blizzard in what we hope will be a less snowy Big Apple. Here is the schedule:
• Mass at St. Ignatius Loyola at 5:30 on Saturday 9th.
• Mass at 12:00 and concert at 1:30 at St. Catherine of Sienna on Sunday 10th.
• A (short) concert at 4:00 in St. Patrick’s Cathedral on Monday 11th.
My son is a graduate of the School, and I teach recorder there. It’s the only boys’ Catholic choir school in the U.S., and will be celebrating its 50th anniversary next year. Having been around the School for seven years now, I’m still thrilled every day to hear these boys sing. They’re conducted by John Robinson, the young and very able new Music Director, who came to “our” Cambridge from Canterbury Cathedral in the U.K. three years ago.
And here is a sample of the Choir chanting the Introit, Si Iniquitates. They, of course, do a wide variety of other music. If you’re Catholic and appreciate this, please don’t be jealous when I tell you the Choir chants a similar Latin Introit for the 11:00 Mass at St. Paul’s every appropriate Sunday during the school year.
http://youtu.be/2SIk8xjePao
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Wish I was in New York to hear them, not to mention missing the 24" of snow yet to fall here tonight in Beantown.
Snow is blowing, and lights are flickering.
I raked a foot of snow off the front part of our roof. The shed portion will have to take care of itself. Both boys are home, so I sent them out to shovel 18" off the deck. We'll get a couple more feet before morning, and I don't want it to collapse.
Don't ask about the swaying tree limbs over the bedroom roof, or the van with blown snow piled up to its windows.
And I left California for this.
And I left California for this.
Light rain here tonight in Oceanside.
Titus, I did two Breastaurant posts for you.
This and this.
It's turned colder, so the snow is lighter and fluffier. It's also blowing pretty hard, so it doesn't accumulate in flat places such as our deck or clear areas of the driveway. We won't get 2 more feet, as predicted. I think the total will be maybe 18". But it sure is going to pile in drifts. Already, one side of the house has snow up to the windowsills, which are on windows that are basically shoulder height. With the fluffy snow that doesn't stick, the deck is staying nice and windblown, but it's stacking up like dust on Mars against anything that's in its way.
I was wrong. We did get 2 feet and then some. It's still snowing (8:30 AM), so I think we'll end up with 27" or more. At least the wind has died down. It was howling last night, and I was expecting the power to go. Thank God is hasn't (so far). It still could.
We do have pretty reliable electricity where we live, unlike nearby Lexington, which often goes dark for the slightest (or no) reason. I think our relatively trouble-free power has to do with living hard by Hanscom AFB, not to mention being on the same feeder line as Mitre Corp. The military and high-tech are fussy that way. We have no natural gas service, so we need electricity to run the oil furnace and the attached hot water, plus we cook on an electric stove. Zero voltage = go hungry, get dirty and freeze in the dark.
We'll dig out when it really stops, sometime in the early afternoon, it looks like. I hear it was bad in Connecticut, but haven't seen any news from NYC. I think mostly hardcore Mass-goers in Manhattan will hear "our" choirboys from Cambridge today and Sunday. OTOH, maybe more people will turn out, not having much else to do. It's not like you have to shovel your driveway in Manhattan.
And for this I left California?
Looks like 3 feet.
I think we can still get a door open. The boys and I shoveled the back door and the deck around 9 or 10 last night. That leaves about 2 feet against the back door, and I can always slide the den door open onto the deck.
This looks worse than the Blizzard of '78. Differences are, we had plenty of warning, it's a weekend, and it will warm up soon. The aftermath should be a LOT easier.
Anyway, that's the news from Not-California. I'd be curious to know what's happened in NYC.
And I left California for this.
The snow from before Christmas, about 2 feet in our area, is finally beginning to melt. But only in the sunny areas. Melting and refreezing into big dangerous sheets of ice and areas of frozen mud in the morning turning into muddy swamps the consistency of chocolate pudding during the day. The temperatures have not been above freezing during the day until just a week ago and we are still at 9 to 12 degrees at night.
The stars are beautiful!!! Clear clear crisp evenings, of course that's why it is so freaking cold.
Of course WE don't have 250 THOUSAND TONS of SALT to throw on it like NYC. If we did the enviro nazis would come and kill us. So we just live with it and walk carefully.
News from the 'real' northern California.
Shoveling your roof and deck is very smart and I'm glad to hear that you have some young strong backs to help you so you won't get injured. Take care!!!
Do what I do when snowed in. Make soup or stew. Bake some bread or cookies. Read books and listen to music or if the electricity goes out.....make your own music. I also knit and quilt. [No photos :-D ]
Excellent advice, DBQ! Those are all included in our plan for the day ;-)
Tim, You are the Jim Cantore of this forum. Do you wear LL Bean apparel?
Naw, I mostly shop at Kohl's or Building 19. Don't get anywhere near the expensive, ridiculous LL Bean look. I'm just a suburban guy in a rotten climate.
I used occasionally buy LL Beanwear--until I found Cabella's. When I reached 50, I ceased to care so much. I believe that Althouse did a post on how men spend much less on clothing as they age.
Unless you're a dandy--like Titus. :)
Ray Davies lampooned the Dedicated Follower Of Fashion
This is not hyperbole. I bet our dandy Titus spends more on clothing in a month than I do in 2 years.
I actually don't buy that many clothes anymore.
After I turend 40 I got bored with it and I did not care as much.
Quit calling me a dandy=it's homophobic and is an older term.
Titus: I don't see anything homophobic in the word dandy. Are you reading something into the words derivation from "Andy"?
Brian Jones was a "dandy" (he allegedly inspired Davies' 1966 song). Jones had at least 3 illegitimate children.
The entire city is closed down. No T.
BUT, the Indian and Chinese restaurant wouldn't open.
My hindi hubby said he knew they would be open.
I have no idea how they to work.
Hubby said there is a good chance is they are living in the basement and they knew it was going to be a big night to make money.
I am eating tandoori roti, paneer tiki masala and mushroom soup and brown rice.
Yum.
I had a fabulous local pizza along with locally brewed ale. The guy working the counter is a neighbor and wanted to give us a neighbor discount but we tipped him instead. Titus, I don't know how you put up with all the strangers.
The best thing about Boston is the T, you're right about that. I circumambulated the whole city with the help of an occasional T-ride once.
I was stucky wucky at a major intersection because of a snow drift.
The reason I was stuck is because I couldn't plow through it fast because there were zillions of yuppie scum walking all over the street. As a result I did have the momentum to get through the drift.
So I had to go back and forth and rock back and forth while hundreds of yup scum were walking by-some put hands on mouth, others were gathering up their little brats, the trust fund asian whores were completely not distracted and the Harvard students just walked by. Finally a couple of diesel dykes came by and in one push I was out. Dykes can be helpful in some cases.
...trust fund asian whores...
I'm shocked, shocked! There are asian fundies? I thought that was strictly a well heeled white kids thing. All I read about is how every asian mom is a tiger mom who wouldn't indulge a layabout fundie kid for the world. Ah well, another illusion popped.
There are Ricpic-I followed these yellow sluts to the local coffee shot and all of them purchased $4.00 coffees with their debit cards ( hate that, I know Troop does too). The place says $5.00 minimum credit card payment and the asian sluts got all fucky wucky and they let them through. Than they (seriously) compared how much Tiger Mom and Small Hog dad contributed to them every month. And they were constantly laughing and sticking their small tits out-I wanted to bash them.
Last night I made a snow woman with too huge point tits and carrots sticking straight out as nipples.
Some fem nazi pushed it down today.
I am deva.
I was sitting in the pew at St. Stan's this morning listening to Monsignor Jayr deliver his usual excellent homily and it started me (belatedly)thinking about what I will do this year as Lenten sacrifices. It's a Catholic thing. The idea is to make a small sacrifice - give up a thing or two that you like in remembrance of Christ's last days on earth.
I've not been good about this in the past. In earlier years I'd joke that I'm giving up opium and watermelon, or some similar mock sacrifice. I've been more serious about it in the past few years. Calendar, and all.
I'm giving up an number of habits this Lent. One of them is recreational use of my computer. I'm going to disappear from blogs beginning Ash Wednesday. I may make a comment or two on Sundays (that's allowed), but otherwise I'll be absent until Holy Saturday.
There are other things involved, of course, but those are too private to post. Things to help with the daily struggle to become a better person. You know how it goes.
Anyhow, those are the plans I made in the pew at Saint Stan's.
You will be missed my friend.
We will be here when you get back.
I will still be here. I missed Church today.
tits.
Michael Haz: A Lenten sacrifice well-considered. I've done the same in past years.
I think one of the biggest dangers of the internet, and social media in particular, is that it is junk food, when what we are really hungry for is something it can't quite cook up.
The internet is well-known as a time-waster. But what does that really mean? An example right in front of my nose: I need to finish, oil, and buff a 14 karat rose gold-mounted wooden flute body that needs to go to Mike S. tomorrow morning, so he can make and mount keys on it, so it can be shipped by the end of the month and make the company $18,500 revenue, which it needs to pay our salaries. Mike doesn't get paid this coming week unless he does the keywork. So,what am I doing instead? Idling here. We all know how the internet wastes this kind of time.
But there is something else the internet wastes: That quiet, immanent sense of a *something* existing every moment that you ought to be a part of, but would rather avoid, because it's kind of embarrassing and painful to be alone with it.
All alone.
Fantasy sex, cartoon food, digitized yuks: Our entire civilization is based on the principle of feeding our illusions to blot out this thing. We feed our illusions with very real stuff, but what are we really hiding from? Nothingness?
I say this Nothingness and Everythingness is God. Others may give it different names, or none at all.
But resolving to look away from distraction, and taking time with this God, however He comes to you, is not the worst way to spend the next six weeks.
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