Cloudy Saturday
Jan. 27th, 2007 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdymonkeyOK, so after being more or less housebound for three weekends in a row I force myself out of bed and into the truck and decide that Errands Shall Be Run.
First stop, The Ninth Circle Of Swedish Hell, also known as the Ikea of Emeryville. Fortunately, it's early and traffic in my direction isn't an issue. However, I notice that 80 going south towards the Bay Bridge and Oakland is a already a parking lot.
I don't know if they're all set up this way, but even if you don't want to look at furniture, you MUST file up the escalator into the furniture showroom, then go BACK downstairs to get to the "Marketplace" portion of Hell. At least I know the shortcut to the stairs now.
Hell no longer carries the eminently useful Kartotek plywood box, because it is, of course, a perfect six-board camp box for SCA use once you pry the cheesy aluminum handles off the side and paint or stain it. Sure I have one, but I wouldn't mind a couple more. I shoulda bought a half a dozen of them back when...
No really great baskets demand to be taken home. I do buy a package of cardboard organizer boxes because I really need to file some old bills. Three stalks of live bamboo that have not been perverted into growing in a corkscrew shape also join me on my journey. I like bamboo. It's the one houseplant I can be counted upon not to kill.
Northward to El Cerrito and the Target store I hie myself. They not only have ladies' long underwear this late in the season, but they have it in my size. (Now that I have paid for an extra pair, it will not be miserably cold at the Estrella War.) A three pack of socks, a pair of sweatpants and a longsleeved tee shirt on clearance, and one of those longnosed butane lighters and I'm happy.
Remembering the traffic on 80, I turn on my car radio and hear that there's something going on down at the Oakland Coliseum. Even if there's NOTHING going on down at the Coliseum traffic backs up down there.
San Pablo is no better than the freeway, slow all the way through El Cerrito and Albany into Berkeley. "What the hell!" I decide as I reach the corner of San Pablo and Ashby. I pull over and decide to browse Discount Fabrics.
I avoid the silks. After Twelfth Night, Saionji doesn't get anything new for quite a while. Promotionally priced at $9.98 a yard I find a scrumptious summer weight silk-wool blend in a soft, heathery lavender. Jehanne is getting a new cotehardie out of it.
By the time I get back into 'Tite Blanche, the clouds are darkening to the south and my head is pounding. I don't think I'm gonna make the Crosston Ball this evening unless the Advil kicks in in the next little while.
First stop, The Ninth Circle Of Swedish Hell, also known as the Ikea of Emeryville. Fortunately, it's early and traffic in my direction isn't an issue. However, I notice that 80 going south towards the Bay Bridge and Oakland is a already a parking lot.
I don't know if they're all set up this way, but even if you don't want to look at furniture, you MUST file up the escalator into the furniture showroom, then go BACK downstairs to get to the "Marketplace" portion of Hell. At least I know the shortcut to the stairs now.
Hell no longer carries the eminently useful Kartotek plywood box, because it is, of course, a perfect six-board camp box for SCA use once you pry the cheesy aluminum handles off the side and paint or stain it. Sure I have one, but I wouldn't mind a couple more. I shoulda bought a half a dozen of them back when...
No really great baskets demand to be taken home. I do buy a package of cardboard organizer boxes because I really need to file some old bills. Three stalks of live bamboo that have not been perverted into growing in a corkscrew shape also join me on my journey. I like bamboo. It's the one houseplant I can be counted upon not to kill.
Northward to El Cerrito and the Target store I hie myself. They not only have ladies' long underwear this late in the season, but they have it in my size. (Now that I have paid for an extra pair, it will not be miserably cold at the Estrella War.) A three pack of socks, a pair of sweatpants and a longsleeved tee shirt on clearance, and one of those longnosed butane lighters and I'm happy.
Remembering the traffic on 80, I turn on my car radio and hear that there's something going on down at the Oakland Coliseum. Even if there's NOTHING going on down at the Coliseum traffic backs up down there.
San Pablo is no better than the freeway, slow all the way through El Cerrito and Albany into Berkeley. "What the hell!" I decide as I reach the corner of San Pablo and Ashby. I pull over and decide to browse Discount Fabrics.
I avoid the silks. After Twelfth Night, Saionji doesn't get anything new for quite a while. Promotionally priced at $9.98 a yard I find a scrumptious summer weight silk-wool blend in a soft, heathery lavender. Jehanne is getting a new cotehardie out of it.
By the time I get back into 'Tite Blanche, the clouds are darkening to the south and my head is pounding. I don't think I'm gonna make the Crosston Ball this evening unless the Advil kicks in in the next little while.
