Comments on: My Mittens

By: jenny

jenny — Fri, 15 Dec 2006 22:12:22 +0000

Tobi: Umbrellas are notorious for abandonning their owners.
peefer: Oh, I think we both know exactly what that means. Wait... do you mean what I think you mean?
Alice-Anne: Oh, but I love winter clothes! I just can't hang onto them for very long.
heather anne: Well, even if he did, he looked damn cool while getting his ass kicked.
shari: You jest, but my mother is also notorious for losing mittens, and she seriously contemplated the mitten string solution!
roy: Don't tell me - you're the one wearing them!
Don: Spam has been deleted - I'm being bombarded lately! I'm glad my tale of woe made you feel you could open up about yours. So sorry about your loss.

By: Don

Don — Fri, 15 Dec 2006 21:44:32 +0000

Oog, that was big comment spam. I’m thinking Sarah shouldn’t have said “riding the brown line”.
Anyway (sorry about that) thank you for opening up about your loss. I have now posted my own similar, if not more tragic, tale.

By: roy

roy — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 02:22:01 +0000

wear paper bags for trousers
Huh? That’s just weird.

By: shari

shari — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 00:36:43 +0000

Next time you find excellent warm mittens, and though you probably don’t believe you will ever love that way again right now, there WILL be a next time… let me know before you wear them in public. I’ll send you a mitty-leash like we use for Carter. Keeps your mitts connected to your coat sleeves even if you take them off. I can’t stand to see you heartbroken like this again.

By: heather anne

heather anne — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 18:17:29 +0000

Last year I bought this really great North Face sock cap to take to England. It was pink and the kind of warm you feel when you walk into Starbucks after being whipped around in the wind. There was a soccer team from Spain in my hostel and they were drunk and loud and obnoxious in the middle of the night. A shy little guy from Poland, Marten, got up and told them to shut up in hell, couldn’t they see I was sleeping? The next day I left for Scotland, and gave Marten, who was on a strict budget and had very cold ears, my sock cap. My ears were cold on that trip, but my heart was warm, thinking of Marten walking around London with my pink hat on his head.
Gosh, I hope he didn’t get his ass kicked on my hat’s account.

By: Alice-Anne

Alice-Anne — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 17:24:10 +0000

Or, be like me, move to a place where you seldom need mittens.
Of course you lose all the culture and excitement of Chicago, but really who needs a life?

By: peefer

peefer — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 16:35:12 +0000

Heh-heh, come here little Jenny, I'll keep your cold stumps warm. Whatever the hell that means.

By: Tobi

Tobi — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 15:23:57 +0000

I hate that! I lost an umbrella in a cab once, so not cool..it was a great umbrella!

By: jenny

jenny — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 15:08:16 +0000

sarah: Hmm… the perfect headband? somewhere on the brown line, you say? [grabs CTA pass and runs out the door]
churlita: I suppose you’re right – this way, I can preserve the memory of my mittens in all their glory.
Michelle: Yikes! Well, since I never leave home w/o at least 4 layers of clothing, it most certainly wasn’t me… but were the mittens grey and warm looking?
sween: Wow – dirt piles, mud pits – you guys lived in some treacherous territory. And how utterly tragic to just have that one shoe as a bitter reminder of what you once loved.

By: sween

sween — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 14:37:24 +0000

Oh, I feel your pain, Jenny.
When I was 8, I got a pair of Battlestar Galactica sneakers. First day out with them, I was walking along a stream bank and stepped on some mud… and promptly went up to my crotch in mud. Two friends and one parent pulling on me got me out of the mud.
Minus ONE BATTLESTAR GALACTICA SNEAKER.
So, yes. I feel your pain.