‘Sallisaw Shops’ Is Here!

If “Cleveland Rocks!” then “Sallisaw Shops!”

Shopping is my hobby so I attended all of Sallisaw’s popup events this year and I was amazed and deliriously happy. Sallisaw’s popup stores on the library lawn offered everything you could think of and then more. It was fabulous. Yes, I spent money and loved every second of it.

I can hardly wait til the next one.

And all that shopping got me thinking. Am I the only shopping hobbyist? Well of course not, and not according to the crowds at the popups and the following, found online of course.

-The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.

-A woman with good shoes is never ugly, said Coco Chanel.

-Nothing haunts us like the things we didn’t buy.

-Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.

-I feel the same way about clothes as I do about food. I want everything!

-If you can’t stop thinking about it, buy it!

-Just let me shop and no one gets hurt.

-I could give up shopping, but I’m not a quitter.

-Shopping has been proven to be extremely therapeutic for women, relieving stress as well as strengthening the immune system.

-A woman has two problems, nothing to wear and no room to store all the clothes.

-Women who spend a lot of time shopping live longer and are less likely to suffer from depression.

-Only two phrases can change a woman’s mood. 1. I love you. 2. 50 percent off!

-If shopping doesn’t make you happy, then you are in the wrong shop.

-Shortest horror story ever – Sold Out!

-Shopping with your husband is like hunting with the game warden.

-No matter how you feel – get up, dress up, show up and never give up.

-To shop or not to shop? What a silly question!

-Online shopping is good because it is frowned upon to be in a store with no bra, in sweatpants and holding a glass of wine.

-It’ an “Add to Cart” kind of day.

-Life is too short to wearing boring clothes.

-Keep calm and shop on.

-Mondays are nothing that a bit of shopping can’t fix.

-Let a girl buy a pair of shoes and she can conquer the world.

-Shopping is my cardio.

-Stress does not go with my outfit.

-Whoever said laughter is the best medicine obviously never tried shopping.

-Girls never stop playing dress up.

-Being an adults sucks. Shopping helps.

-Saturdays are for shopping

-Common sense is genius dressed in work clothes.

-Men go shopping to buy what they want. Women go shopping to find out what they want.

That is so true. Shop On! And don’t forget, the Sallisaw Main Street next popup day is Oct. 14!

Stories About the Cooks

I don’t claim to be a great grill cook, although I do love my charcoal grill and feeding my family outdoors, no matter what the weather.

One Thanksgiving I was grilling outdoors, in the rain, under an umbrella, but that was only because the stove had quit for some reason.

Thank goodness this Labor Day my Darling Daughter decided to do the gilling outdoors, which was fine by me. Than you Darling Daughter. Love your burgers and hot dogs.

I like to cook, but have not been named by my family as the Best Cook in the World, although they do love my potato salad. But my Country Philosopher friend sent an email this week defining Lousy Cooks. I hope he wasn’t referring to me. I’ve only set the kitchen on fire once, er, twice. He said:

You are a lousy cook if… 

-Your family automatically heads for the table every time they hear a fire alarm. (I took the battery out! But doggoneit, they put it back in!)

-Anyone has ever broken a tooth eating your homemade yogurt. (It was a popcorn ball!)

-Your kids know what "peas porridge in a pot nine days old" tastes like. (They said they liked porridge.)

-Your little daughter goes outside to make mud pies, and the rest of the family grabs forks and follows her. (Daughter makes excellent pies!)

-Your kids' favorite drink is Alka-Seltzer. (And Tums, and Rolaids, and…never mind.)

-You have to buy 25 pounds of dog food twice a week for your toy poodle. (Can I help it if the dog buries the leftovers I leave in her bowl?)

-Your kids got even with the neighborhood bully by inviting him over for dinner. (All kids are invited, but their parents seem to be a little cautious.)

-Your husband refers to the smoke detector as the oven timer. (Well, OK. No one at my house gets excited when the smoke detector goes off.)

-No matter what you do to it, the gravy still turns bright purple. (My poor sister-in-law did her best to teach me how to make gravy. I’m so sorry that didn’t work. Bu that gravy in a jar is pretty good.)

So much for Country Philosophers. I have another friend, who shall remain nameless because I don’t want her hurting me, who was so excited about her Labor Day meal.

“I didn’t have to cook,” said my friend, who has set her kitchen on fire more than I have. “My granddaughter grilled some hamburgers. They were great.”

I asked her to remind me how old her granddaughter is.

“She’s 13.”

A 13-year-old grills while grandma chills? Wow. At last, I’ve found a grandma cook who rivals me. Yippee!