Hauling Oats

I had a very housewifey day today. I generally have housewifey days every day, seeing as that I am now a housewife, but since I’m on “spring break” from my German class (three whole days! the Germans are very serious about condensing their fun for efficiency), I could waste the entire day hauling heavy things up four flights of stairs, instead of the usual few hours.

First haul: a borrowed travel bed for my 2-year old niece who is visiting this weekend.

Second Haul: a full basket and several bags of groceries for said niece (and her parents) since Friday is Labor Day here in Europe and no-one, especially not grocery stores, will be laboring. By the time I got to the butcher (that’s right, I go to several specialty markets with my little basket, like some kind of giant red-riding hood) at 1:30, there was a line out the door as if a hurricane was coming and we all needed to stock up on sausages and batteries.

Third Haul: just my self from a quick shopping trip for a bedroom vanity. I’ve always wanted one and now we finally have room — but really, am I going to brush my tresses to a warm glow with 100 strokes each night as I lounge in my dressing gown? Maybe I will… if I just had a vanity. And a tufted stool. And one of those three-way-mirrors. And a time-machine.

Best Haul: a vintage Vivienne Westwood velvet jacket for 3 Euro which a woman was selling directly in front of my door this afternoon. Now that I have the time, maybe I’ll be the new Rachel Ashwell (the Shabby Chic lady whose brand of flowsy is now going out of business) and comb German garage sales and flea markets. I assume they are probably be very well-organized, with only the politest of haggling. Although, how many black turtlenecks does one need? I won’t let that Dieter me, though. HA!