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Last Minute Christmas Shopping

I was so relieved that my family finally decided to do Secret Santa this year.  I’m not a fan of Christmas shopping, and although I was blessed with a lot of toys and fabulous gifts as a child, I come from a religious Christian family where the focus actually was more on the Advent Wreath than counting down the shopping days.  

For the third year in a row I’ve considered banning myself from buying ANY Christmas presents, sort of in an anti-materialist protest.  But there’s a catch: I have a large family of in-laws who get me tons of gifts.  I haven’t figured out how to navigate this yet, all I know is that not getting them anything makes me feel like a giant schmuck. 

Ergo, last minute Christmas shopping.  Oy ve.  

Determined not to be oppressed by big box stores and the like, I’m grabbing some reusable bags and heading up to College Avenue (I know, I sound so effing Oaklandish right now).  I’ll be finding little trinkets from my local businesses and business owners.  We Rockridgers just can’t get enough of mom and pop and small business.  Call us crazy.  

If you’re interested in following suit, I recommend checking this website if you are unfamiliar with the area.

I’ll be checking out: Market Hall and Pasta Shop, Maison D’etre, Bloomies Flowers, Bella Vita, Pendragon Books, Rockridge Home, The Alta Bates Showcase Thrift Shop, Diesel Books, Atomic Garden, Pretty Penny, Body Time, Crossroads Vintage, and Recapture.  Find more info on these shops here.

I might also cruise Telegraph (the “Temescal” district) for Scout Home Hardware and Sagrada Sacred Arts.

Ho ho ho.


Diesel Books really soothes me. 


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A Busy Day

By 8:00AM I had done a series of aerobic exercises including “Super Hula Hoop” on the Wii.

By 9:30AM I had changed my name, applied for a new license, registered to vote, promised my organs, a posed for a photograph: Oakland DMV.

By 9:45AM I made it to Bakesale Betty:

Bakesale Betty is SUPER Oaklandish (Oaklandish often=cheesy earnest hipsters and not necessarily high quality…this requires a more full explanation, to be continued in another post).  For that and many other reasons I resisted the lure of the place and even called it overrated.  But now I’m all in.  Their pecan shortbread is phenomenal.  Plus they inevitably give you free stuff every time you go there.  How can you beat that?

The fun really ended there for quite a few hours.  But how damn good does fried chicken look in the morning?

The night ended with an aborted mission to Ici (it was closed, which I kind of knew, but was holding on hope) a stop at Videots on College (actually I. went in and I stayed in the car), and a craving for some maki from Manpuku, which was strangely open at 10:15PM.  Good to know.  

[Perhaps the post could be more accurately titled: Cravings.  No, I am not pregnant.  Thank you.]

PS: Saddleshoos did not partake of anything from Bakesale Betty’s, nor ice cream, nor fried things of any kind.  Saddleshoos ate more kale salad for dinner tonight (kale salad=good dinosaur food) and is concentrating on exercising her over-thought, under-active self.


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