Halloween, Cashmere, Moonlight and Boxer Shorts

Happy Halloween.  Have you ever gone through a period when you've just got the blahs?  As the inspiration of this blog, I try to look for something inspirational every day.  Some days it's a little harder to find.  I mean, today for example... the things that I noticed were a.) Sunshine  b.) No snow *(yet)  c.) My favorite pink sweater  d.) The moonlight on my way to work (at my crappy PT job)  e.) Men's silk boxers (don't ask... see d.)  So how you do parlay all that into a blog that's interesting?  OK... let's try. 

Pink cashmere.  It is just about my most favorite tactile object.  There's something about my favorite pale, pink cashmere sweater that just lifts my mood and makes me feel feminine.  I admit it, I LOVE feeling feminine.  I know my feminist mother would object - but I love girlie.  I've invested in a few cashmere sweaters in my day and have been on the look out for some in the second-hand shops.  My plan is to make them into pillows.  I would love to cuddle up with cashmere pillows at night.  (Specially long, cold, winter nights in Wisconsin).  The soft, fuzziness helps me to fall into a restful sleep - as you'll find me wearing nothing BUT my cashmere to bed some nights...
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Moonlight.  We've been lucky this year as the full-moon has been very visible since we've had little cloud cover.  The moon rises low and large on the horizon "como e' bella e ' la luna" as the old man in Moonstuck repeated.  It's also large in the mornings too.  It illuminated the pitch-dark fields this week... and light clouds low in the sky, coupled with the spindly, finger-like treetops made it a spooky sight.  You throw an owl screech and a headless horse-man in there and you'd have the makings of another Sleepy Hollow.  The moon is a point on the horizon - a vanishing point - that we can all look to and share no matter where we are on the continent.   I used to talk to my husband on the phone (when we were hundreds of miles apart); we'd look up at the moon and somehow we felt like the distance wasn't so great. 

Men's silk boxers.  What can I say... I've never examined the models on the covers of packaged men's basics before.  Now that I'm replenishing inventory for a local retailer (my PT job while I wait for a FT job to open up)... I have to admit I'm a little... well... Let's just say the whitey-tighty isn't doing it for me, but I've discovered a silk, stretch boxer style that's... mmm... appealing.  I'm not a pervert - I just am imagining my husband in them.  Is that bad?  Working in the men's department I've helped male customers select suits, shirts and ties.  I've had to "avert" my eyes as they've tried on their selections in the fitting rooms... and waddle out for my examination and opinion of their couture.  It's been a bit... disconcerting, as this is intimate, tricky stuff to deal with.  I just hope I don't get a customer buying the boxers AND a suit... see where the cashmere comes in?