Today I saw this Fossil handbag, in “Stripe” as shown here, for $30 (down from $88) at T. J. Maxx. I did not buy it, even though I need a new purse and was in fact shopping for a purse, and I had three reasons:

1. I have never spent $30 on a purse. I’ve always bought them at, like, 75% off at Target for less than $10. And right at the expensive holiday season didn’t seem like the right time to grow as a person in this area.

2. I worried it wasn’t….Swistleish.

3. I wasn’t sure if I LIKED IT liked it, or if I just felt I SHOULD like it.

The question is: Did I make a mistake? Should I go back for it?

The winner of the T. J. Maxx or Marshalls gift card contest is Anna of the 9:30 p.m. comment! Congrats, Anna! Email me your address (swistle at gmail dot com) and I’ll get the card on its way!

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I’ve hesitated for three days to link to this, because I’m afraid/hopeful that you guys are the type of niceys who would be happy to click through for a good cause, and poor Pseudostoops will end up broke and sorry she ever chose to do what I think is a great idea: giving 50 cents to charity for every comment she gets. She’s doing a series of posts, one for each of five charities, and I commented each of the first three days so I’ve cost her a cool dollar-fifty.

Today is Day Four, and she’s had ANOTHER donor offer to match donations if she gets to over $50 (which would be 50 comments, since she starts at a $25 guaranteed donation), and so I’m going to take her at her word that she WANTS people to empty her pockets. So if you’d like to, click through and leave a comment, and you’ll donate 50 cents to charity without having to actually give up 50 cents—and if she gets over 50 comments, you’ll be donating a dollar without having to actually give up a dollar. Awesome.

My mom and I have been shopping together for a long time. We have several different shopping destinations, we have a particular route we take through each store, and we have particular places we stop for lunch. It’s all established. But there has been a change. It is such a huge and significant change, my mom still hasn’t adjusted even though it’s been well over a year now.

My mom loves Marshalls, T.J.Maxx, and HomeGoods, but all three stores used to send me off the cliff of despair. I used to go through picking up a picture frame, a baby outfit, a kitchen utensil, a book—but then I always ended up putting everything back and leaving with nothing except a disappointed, unfulfilled feeling. It happened so often, I developed an aversion, and my mom ended up shopping there only when her fashionable friends wanted to look for clothes.

I can’t explain what happened to change my mind. Did it start with the mother-in-law dishes? I think maybe it did. I was looking for some Good Dishes to use for company, and I wanted them to be something my mother-in-law would approve of—but something I’d enjoy using, too, and something fun to buy. Since my mother-in-law and I, ah, differ in our personal styles, this task seemed a challenge. I checked Target: meh. Walmart: meh. The mall: meh meh meh meh meh Food Court meh meh.

My mom wanted to check T.J.Maxx and Marshalls, and I was resistant. But there they were at T.J.Maxx, the dishes of my dreams:

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Johnson Brothers British Castles pattern. From ENGLAND, which makes everything automatically better. And perfect in every way: definitely Good Dishes, but fine for everyday use; definitely to my tastes, but also to my mother-in-law’s. But check out the PRICE: even on Amazon.com, $120 for service for four, and that’s down from $200. YIPE. Go on, guess how much they were at T.J.Maxx. Go on. No, I’ll just tell you: $56 for service for four. Still a pretty penny, but about the same price as the NON-England sets I saw at Target and Walmart and didn’t even LIKE.

The next time we went is I think when I found the super-soft blankies Henry liked, and the next time after that is when I found the $2 measuring spoons that are my reigning favorites, and then I found a really pretty magazine holder:

So then me and T.J.Maxx were B.F.Fxx, pretty much. I still wasn’t much keen on Marshalls. But then—I found the Swistle-colored purse accessories. I still LOVE those. I also found two Melissa and Doug puzzles there, and a Maisy DVD, and a pair of Converse tennies for William, and a pretty mirror, and…well. You know how it goes: it starts out as an innocent flirtation, and before you know it you’re two-timing Target. Or three-timing. Or four-timing, once I’d found a British Castles serving platter, a set of juice glasses, three pictures for Elizabeth’s room, a Hello Kitty journal, and a pack of Maisy notecards at HomeGoods.

And so a year has quickly passed, and meanwhile my house has changed. Take a look at this corner of my living room:

I have drawn an arrow to each thing that was purchased from T. J. Maxx or Marshalls. Metal antique-finish oval decorative mirror on chain? ARROW. Old-fashioned drawing of lady with parasol? ARROW. Metal antique-finish round clock? ARROW. Old-fashioned drawing of birdie? ARROW. Nothing was more than $10. Oh, wait—the mirror might have been $11. But the bird picture was only $5. (Also, could you please tell that FERN THING to BACK OFF?)

This is the last day to order from Amazon.com with the free shipping and still get it before Christmas. If you still have some shopping to do, I suggest waggling your eyebrows in the direction of my new flings.

Edit: Okay, I feel a little dumb because I was thinking T.J.Maxx and Marshalls were just Remarkably Similar (also: I thought “Marshalls” had an apostrophe in it), but it turns out they are, like, basically the same store, owned by the same people. And those people explained it to me very politely and then asked if I would like to give away a $25 gift card to either T.J.Maxx or Marshalls, and I know you guys are not exactly rolling in the big bucks so I said I would.

Normally I wouldn’t make a contest over so quick, but some of you are probably worrying about holiday shopping and so I want to get the gift card to you before the holidays if possible, and so I’m only going to have the contest until tomorrow morning. If you live near a T.J.Maxx and/or a Marshalls, leave a comment on this post by 8:00 a.m. U.S. Pacific Time on December 18th, and tell me which store you’d rather have a gift card to. I’ll use a random number generator to choose a winner and we’ll get that gift card on its way.

I know you guys like you some Arrested Development, so OMG the complete series box set is on sale for $28.99, with free shipping in time for Christmas. Beat THAT.

Certain elements of certain kinds of sadness can be a certain amount of…..er. Enjoyable. Not that I’d say so to Paul. Because I am indeed very sad, and don’t want him to think I’m milking it.

There can be a “holiday” or “vacation” feeling to sadness: these are special times and special measures are required. Bakedy things. Candy. Pizza two nights in a row. Not doing the dishes.

There is a certain level of pleasure in making Paul aware of how sad he’s made me, of what a significant “getting his way” moment this is in the timeline of our marriage. I look at him with large, shining, welling eyes. He says, “Oh, honey.” He doesn’t feel bad enough to change his mind, but he feels bad enough to bring home the candy and make the pizza and do the dishes.

There is the tender care of the victorious spouse: I am clearly the defeated spouse, and so he can afford to be generous and gracious and kind. I have had more pattings and hugs and hair-strokings in the last couple of days than in the last year. I am the household invalid. I have wiped my nose on his sleeve. I suspect my Christmas presents will be more abundant this year. There is the feeling that he owes me, that something will need to happen in the future to restore balance.

There is the feeling that anything that makes the sadness feel better is justified and should be tried. Would I feel better if I went on a little outing by myself? Perhaps. Would I feel better if I spent some time on my computer while he played with all the children? It’s worth a try. Would I feel better if we had long discussions about topics normally too boring for him to face? Listen, if it stops the crying for a little while it’s well worth it.

And I’m SO glad we have a Swistmas contest, because it really makes me feel happy to assemble treat boxes. It is great fun, and I highly recommend it if you’re feeling a little low. It’s distracting, and it gives you an excuse to bake.

The winner of the Swistmas package is Mimi All Me, which is even MORE fun because Mimi is currently experiencing a surprise pregnancy, and there are few things in this world I love more than surprise pregnancies. And perhaps if I link to her and fuss over her she will UPDATE more often, because posting on December 3rd that it is the day of the first appointment/ultrasound and then NOT POSTING AGAIN is unacceptable, especially once the suggestion of twins has been dropped into the conversation.

Mimi, I am emailing you this morning so we can talk about food allergies and such.

This weekend Paul and I reached the end of a 13-year discussion entitled “Babies: Should We Have One, and If So When?” Before we were married, our agreement was that we’d take it one baby at a time—that there was really no way to decide on a number AHEAD of time so we’d just see how it went.

Our fifth baby was not planned. In fact, Paul had decided we were done after four. I was sad, but I agreed. And then…Henry. I was delighted, to the point of worrying Paul would think I’d tricked him (NO). Also, I am good at Big Picture thinking, and so my feeling was that in the long run this was going to be fine: in 25 years we’d be at Fifth Baby’s wedding and we wouldn’t even remember that the plan had been to stop at four. I considered him an enormously lucky bonus. After he was born, I looked at him often and thought, “If things had gone according to our plans, you would not be here! Our plans SUCK!”

Paul really, really loves Henry—it is almost comical to see it. It almost brings the word (favorite) to mind. So I guess I had nurtured the hope that Paul had come out of this experience with the same feelings I had: that we had more room than we’d thought; that adding another was HAPPY and GOOD; that it didn’t really matter how many we had, we’d always be glad about it.

In fact, I’m afraid my mind tends to make plans before they’re needed, and so I had been thinking next fall would be a nice time to have another baby. I’d been looking at my Pill pack and thinking that Paul and I should have a Serious Talk in the next two weeks, because maybe I’d stop taking it after this pack: I’m in my mid-thirties and don’t want to wait too long. I went too far and started thinking, “I wonder if the baby will be a boy or a girl?” I didn’t quite start imagining what I’d order from the maternity ward room service menu, but almost.

Today I called in a refill on my prescription, and when they asked if I wanted to put it on auto-refill so I wouldn’t have to keep calling every month, I said yes.

I’m not okay. I am good at Big Picture thinking, as I mentioned, so I imagine I WILL be okay, and I’m not the kind of not-okay where there needs to be Worry. But I’m not okay. I’m sad. I’m worried I’ll always be sad: that I’ll be an old lady still wishing for another baby, that we’re missing out on someone we needed very badly. I keep thinking of The Baby—the baby I’d been picturing arriving next year. Then I keep saying to myself, “No.”

I’m self-medicating. I had about three cups of hot coffee this morning, with heavy cream AND flavored coffee creamer. I’m taking candy out of the supply I bought for Christmas stockings. I washed my hair and used a special conditioner. I put on my second-favorite shirt (my favorite one is in the wash) and my new favorite cheery pink/red/orange earrings I got at Target on 75% off. I put on a happy face, because I’ve heard it takes more muscles to frown and I’m all about taking the easy way.

Is it working?

I feel ridiculous, being sad. I mean, let’s compare, shall we? On one hand, let’s look at all the people who got a late start and are hoping to have just one or maybe two babies before fertility is gone. Let’s consider all the people having miscarriages, and fertility treatments, and stillbirths, and then let’s think of the people who try for years and don’t have enough money for other options. Let’s think about the people who are trying to adopt just one single baby and it keeps not working out, or they finally get a baby and then the birth mother changes her mind. Let’s look at all of them, and then let’s look at Swistle: Swistle, who has had a total of four easily-conceived and healthy pregnancies leading to a total of five full-term and healthy children, and is sad because she can’t have a sixth child. Yeah. Real pitiful.

On the other hand, I think that kind of thinking is crap when other people do it. “I shouldn’t feel so sorry for myself that my baby is premature and in the NICU: I should be glad she’s alive.” “You shouldn’t complain that the dishes have food on them after your husband ‘washes’ them—some people’s husbands are DEAD.” I think negative-positive thinking can be a good tool for feeling better, but not if it makes a person feel bad for feeling bad. What, we’re not allowed to feel bad because Things Could Be Worse? By that policy, only the Worst-Off Person in the World is allowed to feel bad; everyone else has to feel lucky and happy when their cars get wrecked and their basements flood and their pregnancies fail and their husbands have affairs, because other people are killed in accidents and other people’s houses collapse and other people can’t even get pregnant and other people’s husbands die. And THOSE people have to feel lucky because at least it was only them who died and not their whole family, and at least their house collapsed when no one was inside, and at least they didn’t have a child and then have that child die, and at least they had a husband.

Well, screw that. I do feel bad. I do feel sad. I am helping myself by thinking about how lucky I truly, truly am—but I’m also unlucky, as is everyone who has a decision they don’t like made for them by someone/something else. As is everyone who wants a baby they can’t have.

Stories of Brooks, Grady, Hillary, and Ryan is starting a new contest.

In the middle of the night we lost power, which happens regularly for NO REASON because we have some sort of weird faulty wiring on our street. We became aware of it this time because we have a back-up power thing for our computers that beeps if it’s being used. Or rather, _I_ became aware of it, because Paul slept on. I jostled him and told him what was happening, and he said, “Oh. Uh huh,” and went back to sleep. So I got up and shut down my computer, but I can’t shut his down (it needs a password), so I went back to our room and this time was louder and less gentle, and he got up and started messing around trying to shut down his computer and stop the beeping sound.

Meanwhile, I’d gone to get a flashlight. I keep one in the cupboard by the phone so that there’s always one where we can find it quickly. But we have children in our house, so FAIL: flashlight gone. I lit a couple of candles instead, and brought one to Paul so he could see what he was doing.

And here is another example of how I am more AWAKE in the middle of the night than Paul is: As I brought him the candle, I thought of something and said, “Oh! This means your alarm won’t go off in the morning!” And both of us set about solving this problem. You decide whose solution shows more cunning:

My solution: Take my alarm clock, which runs on batteries. Go over to a candle so I can see what I’m doing. Set the alarm for Paul’s wake-up time.

Paul’s solution: Take wall clock down off wall. Balance heavy, round clock against jewelry box on bureau, so that time can be seen from bed. Put lit candle right next to clock so time can be seen in the dark. Go back to bed.

So I disabled his little fire-starting kit and we went back to sleep. Then, at about 3:30, there was a BANG sound. I JUMPED out of bed and went at a quick clip to the big window in the living room. I could see flashes coming from around the side of the house, so I went back to our room where we have a window that faces that side. I put up the shade and looked out, and…. Well, I’m going to say a transformer was exploding, because I don’t know WHAT was happening and those sound like the right words even though I don’t know what a transformer is or whether they explode. The top part of a telephone/electricity pole looked just like fireworks, with flashes that were bright enough to bother my eyes, and showers of sparks, and loud cracking/banging sounds. After a little while (a minute?) it stopped, and all the lights on the street went out. (The power had come back on while we were asleep.)

In the other room, THREE kids started crying. And THAT’S when Paul first woke up. And he went right back to sleep while I was patting down the fearful children. I stayed awake for another half hour, looking out the window periodically to make sure no fires were starting. Keeper of the Night, that’s me.

Speaking of the Keeper of the Night, today the complete series box set of Angel (THIRTY DISCS) is on sale for $51 down from $140. David Boreanaz is SO HOTTT!!! such a good actor.

I’m putting together a few holiday care packages for some family and friends, and it occurred to me that rather than eating all the extra stuff myself, I could easily make one more package. And then I said, “Yes, but I ALREADY ate all the extra stuff myself,” and I answered myself, “Yes, but you also ate some of the stuff from the packages, so you have to make some more ANYWAY.” And I thought I had a pretty good point there, so that’s what I decided to do.

Then I got kind of excited about it and starting riffling through my gift closet seeing what else I could put in there. Some possibilities: baby spruce tree kits, a St. Jude’s ornament, little stocking-stuffer things for kids. A cute little bird decoration that I bought three of thinking I’d keep one for myself and give two away, but so far I still have all three on my desk so maybe I won’t give away any of those after all. A Christmas version of the mother-in-law-dishes mug, a twin to the one I use all season.

But I don’t know, because it depends who wins. Like, maybe the winner won’t have kids, in which case I’ll leave out the kid stuff (well, but are you sure? Those sticker sheets are pretty awes). Or, like, maybe the winner will have food allergies in the family, in which case I’ll want to avoid sending a Box o’ Holiday Poison. Or maybe the winner will celebrate a winter holiday that is NOT Secular Christmas, and so then I’ll want to avoid sending a Box o’ Sacrilege. And so on. Anyway, if you win, we’ll talk.

To enter, leave a comment on this post by…well, should we say by Sunday December 14th, noon U.S. Pacific time? Does that give everyone enough time? And that still gives me enough time to put together the care package and get it sent to you in time for whatever holiday is coming up for you.

Remember to keep checking Want Not: she combs through ZERLLIONS of Amazon toy listings every day and posts the really good ones. I’m only posting the stuff I get distracted by while I’m browsing around looking for things for my kids.

I have NO IDEA if most of these are any good, but they are marked way down. If you have any of these things and can comment on their suckitude/awesomeness, please do. I’m only looking at items that qualify for the free shipping, so if you get your total up to $25 and order before the 16th or 17th, they (1) ship free and (2) arrive before December 25th. But double-check, because if Amazon.com sells out of their free-shipping quantities of something but it’s available from a non-free-shipping source, the link will go to THAT.

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Hannah Montana Deluxe TV game. The hell? But it’s $15 down from $50 (I doubt that $50, since other sellers have it for $40. But $15 down from $40 is still nice).

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Barbie used to look kind of bad to me, until I saw the more recent dolls. Now Barbie looks like a senator’s wife. Here’s a Barbie house playset for $14 down from $40. Cheap piece of crap? Quite possibly. But CHEAP is a GOOD word.

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Jakks Pacific Girl Gourmet Cupcake Maker, $13 down from $30. The problem with this kind of thing, of course, is that the replacement mixes will KILL you. I saw an Easy-Bake Oven mix for FIVE DOLLARS. Five dollars! For a tiny little mini-mix! But I remembered seeing make-your-own Easy-Bake recipes online so I looked to see if there was something similar for the cupcake maker, and found this post, where in the comment section she says you can use regular cake mix (at $1 for about 24 cupcakes, and I’ll bet you could freeze the batter in little portions for other days) and regular frosting.

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High School Musical sing-along microphone, $8 down from $25. Hey, whatever, it’s YOUR house it’s going to be living in. There’s also a matching dance mat at $15 down from $50 (or down from $25-30, according to the other sellers—I hate when Amazon inflates the original price), so the child can step on his/her idols’ faces while he/she sings.

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25th Anniversary Cabbage Patch Kid, $13 down from $30 (but I’ve seen them for less than $30 at Target, and you’d have a choice). Outfits are $5 down from $10 but it looks like it’s totally random what outfit you get. Wait, it’s been TWENTY-FIVE YEARS? Do you realize that your own Swistle was ALMOST TOO OLD for Cabbage Patch Kids, because she was in something like sixth grade when they came out? And NO, I do NOT want to hear that you were not yet BORN. SAVE IT.

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My advanced age may be why I have never heard of these “DVD game” things. Here’s a Disney Princess DVD Game for $9 down from $28. It looks like it’s….like a computer game? but really simplified? and you “play it” on the television so you don’t have to hog Mommy’s computer? There’s also a Disney Pictionary one for $10 down from $30, a Hannah Montana one for $8 down from $26 (poor reviews on that one), a Deluxe Disney Scene It one for $14 down from $40, and a High School Musical one for $9 down from $30.

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This is not such an amazing steal, but it’s what I would have wanted as a child so it grabbed my eye: the Melissa and Doug deluxe bead set (with alphabet letters) is $12 down from $15. There are several other sets in a similar price range: playful pals, happy hearts, gleeful garden.

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Or, okay, here’s one of those things where you put a bunch of plastic thingies in a pattern and then weld them together: the Magic Beads Deluxe Playset is $9 down from $30.

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Littlest Pet Shop pig toy, $7 down from $15. I don’t even know what this IS. But there’s also a big-eyed dog for the same price.

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This Dressy Daisy doll looks like a sweetie, and the description says she’s easy to dress. She’s $7 down from $15, and there’s an African-American version for $6, but if you want the little blonde she’ll cost you $8 (she does have dark eyes, which is a plus: I’m always looking for non-blue-eyed blonde dolls for my brown-eyed blonde daughter). I’d get at least two dolls, so they could be friends and share clothes, because the outfits are t’expensive.