So let me start by saying that when I refer to my “foxy pocket,” I am referring to the “secret” stash of cash that I keep in case of “emergency.” I am not referring to the bike or the, uhhh, toyfriend that is also available on the market by the same name.
My Grandma used the term, “foxy pocket” all of the time when we were growing up, and it’s something that has stuck with me. I love her, and I love the term. I also happen to love hoarding cash.
I use my foxy pocket cash however I want. Most times, it’s for spontaneous shopping trips to Nordstrom Rack (there’s one right by my kids’ school—deadly). But I also use it on household expenses should we be running short of cash. That’s not nearly as much fun though.
Wanna see my foxy pocket? (That’s not as dirty as it sounds.)
And for my exciting announcement: next week I will be celebrating my first blogiversary. That’s right, this Foxy Wine Pocket blog has been up and running for a whole year. I realize that’s probably more exciting for me than it is for you. But I absolutely LOVE my readers, fans, and followers. You guys are THE BEST. Maybe I should give y’all a cute little nickname. Foxes? Winos? Pocketeers? Okay, maybe not.
Instead, I’m going to be giving away some fabulous prizes next week to celebrate the blog and you and me and all of us. It will be a Blogapalooza! You can even win your very own foxy pocket (with a gift card, not cash). So come back Monday for all of the exciting details.
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I did wonder what it meant since I just recently discovered you. I love the name though; something catchy about it.
Thank you! I think it’s catchy too. But I was drinking when I came up with it.
How about Foxo Pocketeers? OK, maybe not.
Nice try though. It goes right along with my nice tries…
I really should get a foxy pocket. I just have empty pockets.
It takes skill to fill that foxy pocket. I’ll share my strategies soon.
Was your grandmother from Southern California? My husband’s grandmother carried a special, separate wallet called Zipper. It was more like a flat cosmetic case than a wallet – no place for credit cards, just cash, and she kept money in it for spending with no particular purpose. She (and the grandfather) referenced it in third person: “Zipper will pay for it.” She lived in Anaheim for most of her life.
I love hoarding cash, too, but my husband, despite his good fortune to grow up with Zipper, does not get it. He was really, really, I mean really, annoyed when he found I had over $1K in cash hidden under the bathroom sink at an apartment where we lived.
She is from the Bay Area of California. But maybe it’s a Depression-era thing? Anyhow, it stuck. I think my husband would be elated if he discovered I had 1K stashed somewhere. I think my top amount was around $500-600.
I thought it had something to do with getting wine in your lady parts. So glad you cleared this up for me. I’ve never heard of that phrase.
HAHAHAHAHA! I love that you thought that. No, my lady parts don’t mix with wine. That just sounds messy.
So cool your first blogiversary is next week! Congrats on your first year! I love your blog so I’m sure there will be many more!
Thank you! I so appreciate the support. I’ve been enjoying your blog as well. Hoping to get inspired to get off my ass…
Learned something new about you, foxy lady!