New glasses by #Bonlook

I'm not a handbag gal, a shoe maven, or really a collector of much of anything save for my small fetish with Melmac dishware. What I do collect are glasses, especially cat-eye glasses. I wear them nearly every day and although this strikes some people as excessive, I think anything we put on our faces every day should enjoy a little variety. I'm always keeping my eyes peeled (ha! punny!) for a cool pair of cat eye specs. Fast forward to this last fall. I follow A Beautiful Mess on the 'gram and I noticed Elsie and Emma had collaborated with a brand yet unknown to me, Bonlook on a truly fair pair. They called their glasses the Jack and Norma. C'mon. So cute. I had not yet seen this sort of space age green before, but it reminded me a little of my Melmac dishware if it were coopted by aliens and made into glasses. Gnarly stuff.

I kept my focus (puns for days) on Bonlook, waiting to see if any of their cat eye specs that struck my fancy would go on sale. Patience rewarded me and a new year's sale netted these beauts for $79, plus an additional $30 as my prescription requires a heftier lens. A praise of customer service: when I could not get the discount code to activate, the online customer service applied the discount by sending me the equivalent of 20% off, which immediately hit my bank account. Big ups, Bonlook.

Bonlook has considered all the nice little touches as an online purveyor of specs. I found the site easy to use, particularly the virtual try on feature. I always have a print-out of my prescription and a ruler for measuring the distance between my pupils, which you will need if you wear prescription eyewear.

When the frames arrived, they came in a cute print lined box, and I'm dazzled with my new bubblegum pink case.

The frames have served me well for a week now and they are sturdy, the glare factor is nil, and the comfort level is high.

Bonlook has not sponsored this post but if you, too, would like to enjoy a discount on your first pair, you should feel really free to click on this link as my friend referral. Woop! BONLOOK DISCOUNT FOR KENDRASPONDENCE READERS

What I plan to do with my lack of Powerball winnings

The doorbell rang at 9 o'clock yesterday,Our neighbor Jordan who always calls me ma'am, could have knocked but he rang, our children long in bed.

Jordan asked for some sugar in order to make Kool-Aid. Because maybe that's too much to go without at 9 o'clock when you're in the fifth grade, enough to force you out the door into the darkness to ring a neighbor's doorbell whose name you only know as ma'am.

I was so happy my husband was home so I could hide, bra-less and he could fetch a literal cup of sugar to give to Jordan for all of his Kool-aid needs.

And that is how I always want it to be: to be asked and tickled to death able to give out from a sweet supply.

Which is why I have not bought a ticket to match my numbers to the queue of balls to watch and wait and see tonight if I should arrange for the U.S. Mint to pour some sugar on me.

Because the thing about scarcity and abundance is not in how much it depletes or enriches but in how quickly and easily it comes to give or take away.

Don't be a killjoy they'll say Here's to your loss and our gain, But for now I can meet my neighbor's gaze the Kool-Aid mustache isn't asking for a cut of what I have not whatever I can give.

To know my neighbor's thirst and to be known as one who can can sweeten the deal, that is my billion dollar winning. My life stands to lose much more than it stands to gain from a powerball, a power fall from wealth for me.

Crafternoon with findings from The Refindery

I have a penchant for trolling shops and other emporia that stock old timey estate sale things. Bureau drawer knobs and big slabs of slate. The things I could do with them! The junky things I can make using mod podge and dryer lint! My personal kryptonite are planks of wood, though. I love a good solid piece of wood that cries out to me, Paint me! Gold leaf me! Take me home!

My virgin visit to Chattanooga's The Refindery afforded me the ultimate souvenir. A wood plank that was...you might want to sit down for this and grab a paper bag in which to breathe...hand-carved. I know. It was like winning Powerball or giving birth to an heir to the throne and not having to tell the media right away. At least, that's how I imagine it would feel. Finding your handcut wood and the salesperson at The Refindery saying, "How 'bout $12?"

Boom. Sale. Done and done.

She said it was probably a remnant from someone's fireplace which was lovely to think about this being a literal part of someone's hearth.

Here is what happened when I got home:

1. Sanded wood to clean off any excess crud.

2. Painted with acrylic paint and then covered bottom half with chalkboard paint.

3. Allowed to dry and posted some kendraspondence in chalk on my new fireplace fixture.

I think it looks quite fetching and will definitely return to The Refindery for more woodchips from the Planet Krypton.