Gettin’ Cozy

Sprawled across my sofa under my new Martha Stewart brand sweater knit throw blanket.  Warmest and coziest throw blanket I own.  I’d been eyeing them for three years, at Macy’s, every winter when they would appear back on the shelves, at a whopping $120.  Thought it was too much for a throw blanket.  But, I found the price cut in half last week, and decided to indulge myself, even though I thought $60 was still a bit much, because I knew I’d continue to covet it and stare into the beautiful patterns of its stitching and touch it and daydream about it and drool over it, and then smack myself in the head once it went back up to normal price.  Bought one in red, and I don’t regret it in the least bit.  I’m in love and am snuggling with my beloved.

Also snuggling with my big soft Oliver and my little sweetheart Emily, both curled up next to each other and propped against my side.  Watched an episode of The Untouchables and thought about how funny it is when people hide drugs in teddy bears.  Was a stuffed panda bear on the show, and the man stashing the drugs was a dishonest toymaker and reminded me of a taller, broader, rougher looking version of Sylvester, this guy I used to sleep with whom I wrote briefly about a few months ago.  He was a young and sleazy magician, owned a magic shop with his father, who was a clown.  His father was very downtrodden, and would precede all statements about his opinions with, “Well, maybe I’m just a clown, but I think…”  I always felt bad for him when he said that.  He used to keep me with him talking whenever he’d see me walking by the shop, which was very near my house, for as long as he possibly could.  Was very gentlemanly.  I hid from him for almost two years that I was sleeping with his son.  I hope he never found out.  I was a married woman and very discreet about my open arrangement with my husband.  Even if I hadn’t been married, I don’t think I would have wanted the whole neighborhood knowing that I was fucking a 19 year old boy.  I was about 24, 25 at the time.  

I’m still under my favorite throw blanket and am now snuggling a purring Oliver and this white plush kitty I had stuffed at Build-a-Bear, who is wearing a fuschia winter hat and scarf that I picked out for her.  Got her on Friday, and on my way out of the store, these two little girls sitting on the floor kept complimenting my knee socks.  I love wearing fall skirts with knee socks.  

An episode of The Alfred Hitchcock Hour has just begun, “Ride the Nightmare”, and I don’t think I’ll be getting up from this couch anytime soon.

 

Here’s a random pic I took of my knee socks and shoes from Friday:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wore them with a light grey wool mini-skirt, a violet pink tulip-sleeved shirt, and a grey wool blazer with curved out and gathered in curtain-like lapels.

 

My new Build-a-Bear kitty with a tiny plush Christmas puppy I bought with it:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here they are relaxing with my big handsome Oliver: