And I didn't even go to that school. I went to THE Ohio University. Go Bobcats!
It is buckeye season in Moscow, however. Well, I think in Europe it is horse chestnut season, to be precise. Conker season if you're a Brit. Even my girls call them conkers now. Hell, I call them conkers now.
The first time I realized there were buckeyes in Europe, was one evening, a million years ago, when I was sitting in my car (back when I still had a car) in The Spouse's office parking lot (back when he worked for a company with its own parking lot). I was waiting, languishing, like always, and looking up at the trees along the side of the parking lot.
Suddenly, I realized that the leaves were familiar. They are very distinctive.
Sitting there, in my Skoda, in a parking lot in Bratislava, I was looking at the State Tree of Ohio.
Since then I have come to love conker season (I just can't call them "buckeyes" here). The girls do too. There is something so lovely about the feel of them. We are compelled to gather them, and we don't know why. They dry up eventually and lose their sheen. But until then they are smooth, almost slippery. Something wonderful to have in your pocket on an autumn day.
There are plenty of trees in the park. And two in front of our building. So we have amassed quite a collection. Which the cats chase around the apartment at night.
Changing Topics: Today, on the Metro, I sat across from two young women. They were not traveling together. Both wore fashionably-torn jeans with, and this is where it gets interesting, black fishnet stockings underneath.
They had fishnets under their jeans, but on purpose. So you can see the fishnet through the rips.
Is this IN?
Oh, and while I am on the subject of "What's Hot!" can anyone explain this mineral make up to me? It was everywhere I looked over the summer. I bought some. But it is MESSY! If I don't get it all over the bathroom sink, I get it all over whatever shirt I have on. I mean, I don't object to how it looks on my face.
(An aside: nothing can compare to Prescriptives in the old days when they custom blended a foundation for you at the counter . . . did anyone else love that loose powder they used to make that had water in it? You brushed it on, and felt it splash almost. But if you kept it too long, the moisture in the powder evaporated . . . just felt like regular old face powder.)
But the mess.
Anyhow, if anyone has any tips about how best to use this stuff . . . I'd be much obliged. I feel like I missed the memo or something.