Snuggies really are the blanket of the future

Over the last three years I have gotten very used to living in a cold apartment. To keep the utilities low, my roommates and I have always pushed off turning on the heat for as long as possible, and then once it went on didn't ever put it much higher than 67 degrees. (In fact it was a rarity for the heat to go beyond 65) Between being frugal with heat, living in Worcester for four winters and having a lower body temperature, I have been programmed to not get cold easily. This was something I have always been proud of since I am a small person and I should get cold at a drop of a degree.

Well things seem to have changed recently. I get the chills more often than I would like now. At this point, I am pretty sure that the source for this change is because...

Heat is included in my rent at my new apartment.

Not only is included, but as I have stated before, I do not have a central thermostat and have to control individual radiators. These angry hissing metal lumps seem to love to turn on all the time. I can't figure out how to make it stop, so I have become a wasteful person by simply opening the windows if I get to warm. Before you shake your finger at me, please understand that I have called my maintenance men and no one seems to want to help me out.

The chills weren't much of an issue until last Thursday when I went to watch the World Series game at a friend's house. I got there around 9 pm and it was a little brisk out when I walked the few blocks to get there. Once I got inside, I assumed it would just take a matter of minutes before I felt warm enough for a cold pint of blush wine. So not the case. I just couldn't warm up. Eventually a regular blanket was tossed my way, and a pint glass was passed. Trying to stay under the blanket proved to be a problem while attempting to drink.

Seeing me deal with the decision of warmth vs wine, my kind host passed along a snuggie. Yes, a snuggie. The blanket with sleeves. I put that baby on, wrapped myself up and was able to enjoy the rest of the game and wine in peace.

I may mock this invention and I may find it ridiculous when I am told by friends that they own one. But I cannot deny the fact that they really do provide a wonderful service. I don't know how I would have survived the baseball game without the snuggie.

Foiled by Brownies...and free wine

So earlier this week I was writing about how my career as a model was over as I was old and tall. Being the person I am, I thought I would prove the world wrong. So off to craigslist I went. There are a few casting calls this weekend for runway shows. I thought to myself, I did the Black and Gold in college, I could totally work the catwalk again - especially since I have since perfected the art of functioning in 4 inch heels. There was a wicked cool advertisement for this charity show in April. I felt like this was the show for me, it is unpaid and no experience is necessary. I attempted to send a reply with a picture like it asked. After many failed attempts - the picture was too big and I couldn't seem to compress it for the life of me - I sent over an email just expressing my interest. I got a reply back the next morning from an enthusiastic individual saying they couldn't wait to see me and reminded me to bring examples of my work.

My work?

Yeah, I gots nothing there. So here I began to doubt this plan. Let's be honest, I began to doubt myself once I was having a hard time with the email. But now itreally seemed like a silly idea. But you know what, life is about trying. So the plan was still on.

I then went to meet two people to go see the Fairey exhibit at the ICA (more to come on that later) while we were looking around I get a call from my uncle. He wanted me to do him a big favor - go to Mike's and pick up his usual order of brownies and cookies. I would need to meet him at my cousin's at 3:30 on Saturday, and in return I would get 2 bottles of wine - it is from the Finger Lakes region, really good stuff.

Problem was, the casting call would go till 3 which wouldn't give me time to get to the north end and the back out to northeastern in time. So a decision had to be made.

On one hand I had the potential to get cast in a runway show. On the other hand, I could get two bottles of wine (and a brownie) and not have to deal with the fact that I probably would waste 3 hours to just not get picked.

Wine it is!

My career in runway is now officially over. Unless of course one of my readers knows a guy who needs a gal like me to strut her stuff in pretty clothes :)