And You Can't Make Me

Spring Fever. No one seems to catch it in quite the same way.

At my house, rather than being moved to scrub the surfaces clean and start fresh with the season, my apartment looks like I paid someone to ransack it. Ransack it and use every dish in the process. And I can't be moved to put a dent in it. I actually avoided having friends over for tea in my living room due to the disaster area and it was saying that out loud that finally alerted me to needing a new approach.

New approach: A little more avoidance but with good purpose- bargain hunting for inspiration.

Two hours later I returned home having spent $65 on TWO pairs of shoes (black flat sandals not pictured) and $30 on a king's bounty from Stanley's. It was a reasonably frugal weekend already thanks to trending "at-home entertaining" and spending the budget surplus on hot red peep-toe platforms (60% off at Una's, natch) was just what the doctor ordered.

Prescription for TKTC Spring Fever:

• Put on red shoes with skinny jeans
• Turn speakers up with Oldies playlist (Come On to My House, Kokomo, Leader of the Pack, etc)
• Apply same red lipstick worn for previous evening
• Fill fridge with items worth cooking to force dish washing (least.favorite.pasttime)

I've now been bopping around my kitchen for an hour and things are headed in the right direction. At this rate I think dinner will remain an avocado (lemon juice, S&P) and some Triscuits but this week is going to see some serious loving in the cook's corner. Nothing about this post was cohesive or clever and for that I apologize. It's the fever. I think maybe I need some more lipstick.

Also, upon spellchecking, anyone know the origin for the word "Triscuit"? Pretty sure I have avenues to figure this out but the way it's spelled makes me think it's a town in Western Massachusetts.