Though parts of last week just seemed like a total bust, today I’ll be heading down to Pasadena for New Year’s and Getting Older. My mother’s riding in the 120th Rose Bowl Parade! Though I’m set on sleeping in and wearing my new Yugala Priti Multi-Wrap Dress (From The Mission Statement. New favorite store! And I’m pairing it with Belt It Out slingbacks that Kenneth Cole set out as a test shoe in ’06.), Mama Tai-Chi has designs on me volunteering to construct some of this year’s float:

You will, independently, have time slot/s, to help with decorating the float.  Mayka ROSE, roses, roses – Hallelujah!!!

She mentions wearing shoes that I don’t mind getting glue on. Umm, okay, so that basically leaves one largely unfashionable pair. Still, I’m excited about spectating at a ritual I have never paid attention to.

… One before the STARS OF LIFE float is with SESAME characters.  )

With clinchers like that, what more could you ask for?

Well, okay, maybe a 49-foot robot.

Editor’s Note: My mom, at the age of 61, is basically the quintessentially healthy older woman. A few years ago, she became the recipient of a highly experimental organ donation and now runs around with a 19-year old’s knee. She was invited to sit on Donate Life’s Rose Parade float, and there you have it. More info later. Photos to come as well. (Provided that there is Wi-Fi at the hotel.)