Posted on 11/27/2015 4:16:23 AM PST by tioga
In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of "Word for the Day".
Oniomania
Noun
Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the Word for the Day in a sentence.
The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day.
The Review threads are linked for your edification. ;-)
Practice makes perfect.....post on....
Review Threads:
Review Thread One: Word For The Day, Thursday 11/14/02: Raffish (Be SURE to check out posts #92 and #111 on this thread!)
Review Thread Two: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/14/03: Roister
Review Thread Three: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/28/03: Obdurate
Roll Call.
“On Saturday, I expect to see many articles about Black Friday oniomania incidents.”
I am shopping local today at our village shops. Should be safe enough there. Not sure if I will spend or not. Remains to be seen. A++
I am avoiding the crowds consumed by oniomania by spending the majority of the day in the shop working on some Christmas presents.
I will probably go by PetsMart for some crickets and Walmart to get paper towels. Last year, our local Walmart had average traffic by afternoon.
I have successfully triumphed over my oniomania. Now I just have to conquer my hoarding mania and clear our some of this “stuff” I’ve saved. That is the hazard of living in a large house. You can just squirrel away the most ridiculous things and forget about them.
Oniomaniacal crowds have become a staple of overnight black Friday news stories.
Sounds like a great day. A++
You can do it! Get rid of that stuff! A++
Yeah, on the way home last night we passed the mall area....it was packed already at 10pm. Crazy.
Figure all of the T-girls ought be ting’ed since tax-chick was second. 8<)
St Ronnie always has me stuff the turkey with onions and lettuce, since she doesn’t like to clean and stuff the bird . So we were up early yesterday pushing veggies into the turkey, who should had a bad case of onionmania, iffen it were feeling anything at all.
Since I do not suffer from Oniomania,
When Black Friday comes,
I’m gonna dig myself a hole.
Gonna lay down in it till I satisfy my soul.
I’ve often been accused of onionmania. Also spinachmania.
Not nearly as bad as twoiomania, the irresistible urge to buy two (or more) of everything, just in case.
There he goes again trying to buy every onion in the market.
His Oniomania is way out of control.
My intellectual masochist friend is looking forward to a day of oniomania shopping.
I’m still in KS visiting our oldest son and his family. My computer is on the blink and barely limping along, but I received the most amazing email from a lady in CA who has been compiling a history of my late mother’s life. She happened to attend my late mother’s estate sale which somebody handled for me because I lived 2500 miles away.
My mother was a retired teacher, a world traveler, and a hoarder. She was still living at the time in a nursing home, but her house had been invaded by druggies who made a mess and stole a lot of things. We decided to sell and get out before everything became a ruin.
Samantha bought only a pair of vintage jeans that had caught her eye because she had an interest in vintage clothing and also was a historical researcher. She did not know my mother, nor did she know the seller of the estate items, but she found my mother’s maiden name stitched into the inside of one of the pockets and decided to do some research. Ultimately she found and contacted me and asked for pictures, etc.
In the mean time she had contacted the Levi Strauss museum in San Francisco. They had never seen this model of their jeans (circa 1929) and wanted them for their museum. They hired Sam to do the research, etc. I was amazed about what she had found on Mom already before she even contacted me. (so much for Mom’s efforts at privacy in her latter years — she’d either be rolling in her grave if she knew how easy it was for Sam, or she would have applauded her sleuthing efforts)
Sam wrote me this AM that the pants and the research materials, including all the pictures Sam collected, have been delivered to Levis and are awaiting their final display. In the mean time, Sam has learned that those ladies’ Levis (for which she paid 25 cents) are worth thousands of $$$ in Japan. In return Sam and her husband each get a new pair of Levis (plus whatever she’s paid for the research/writing contract) and Mom gets memorialized in the Levi museum for being a hoarder!
Mom always said to hang on to your old stuff because fashion always comes around again. I think she meant jewelry and scarves, but it’s hard to shake that legacy! LOL
God know why she held onto the pants. I know she never wore them again. I never saw her in jeans her whole life. Pedal pushers, capris, slacks — but NEVER jeans.
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