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holiday activities

 This year is different.  I went to 3 churches this weekend, to buy cookies made by old ladies and to rummage through church tag sales and crafts.

Three churches.  not one.  Three.

My friends in Milford do this every year apparently, and this year I was scooped into the festivities.......conveniently left as a surprise, ehem.  I was NOT allowed to stay back at the house, nor was I allowed to sit in the car......sons of bitches.  I mean, what awesome friends.

I had the best time.....I'm serious.  How very strange.  

I also had an epiphany....I thrift shop for myself and 90% of my clothing is thrifted. It's a treasure hunt. My girlfriend buys all her grandsons clothing and toys thrifted and these kids are stacked....designer clothes, the best toys.......why have I not been doing this?

She laid down the law with her family this year and said no more gift cards and newly bought items.....gifts must be thrifted, or made.  Gifts must be thought about, some effort must be made to make it personal.

This got me excited.  Friday night, we spend literally 3 hours in Savers, a thrift store.  I may have had a few gummies........i was completely focused on finding a necklace stack for a thrifted outfit I had just purchased and then...........i fell into the girls clothing.  My granddaughters sizes.  I went through every single item and there were SO many brand new with tags..i couldn't believe it. Did I buy my granddaughter thrifted clothing?  I sure as hell did.

They laughed at me.....said the clothes I picked out were "totally you" meaning me......i found my sweet little girl a cool Skull sweat jacket (brand new) and even flared jeans.  I mean, I had a blast finding clothes for her.  I did have a moment of pause.  What would people think?  Me buying USED clothes for my baby girl?  Does my granddaughter know, at 6 years old that the clothes I sifted through to find specific styles for HER are used?  No.  And I doubt she cares.  And neither do I.  

Back to cookies.

I ate a lot. 

I like this idea of buying a box, and having it filled with an assortment of holiday cookies.  I didn't have to make them! 

No more have to's at the holiday.  It's decided.  Shopping just became a year long adventure because now, it's not just for me.  And it's not "new"........it's a hunt.  I like a good hunt.

In other news:

I made a tik tok showing my entire self dancing. I did a duet with a woman I found while scrolling. She was having such a good time and it didn't appear to be about making content as much as really grooving on the music.  Plus, she had head scarves on and I dig that.

I'm on a journey.  I am what I am TODAY and if I can improve than I am doing that too.  However, in the meantime I need to love who and what I am and if I enjoy something that others don't......so be it.  I'm having fun.  I'm exited.  I want things again.  I'm jumping on the train to satisfaction.  Who says they can't get any?

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