Yay, happy September!
It's fall, it's fall, that lovely time of fall!
Which is to say, I went clothes shopping with my mom, and there were actually clothes I wanted to wear. Also, the buyer for Lane Bryant was on less ho-crack this time around, and there are things that Actual Women might wear to Actual Work. I'm going to keep my eye on those grey slacks with the deep cuff. I don't have $50 for them, but maybe I will have $30. I do regret that I cannot wear the fabulous cropped pinstripe jacket with blue satin brocade waistcoat, but not everyone has my um, build issues. I am banned from cropped anything, because it inflates the apparent size of my boobs to something that would need individual wheelbarrows. But cropped jacket and slim pinstripe trousers would look good on any number of other people. And I took my mom to Coldwater Creek, and felt like rolling around in all the sumptous copper and spice and red and velvet and silk and soft lace and leather. Mmm, fall.
I tried this on:
Drool. I looked great. I didn't have $250 on me, which is probably okay.
I didn't see this mandarin duster, which is lucky for me:
Yum.
Of course, the next big chunk of money I spend needs to be to get the kids fall clothes. They both need fall and winter jackets, and maybe rain jackets, too, and rain boots, not to mention long-sleeve shirts and sweaters, jeans, some tights for Kay, and warm dresses (only a couple, really. No sense in putting her in anything foofy for home or daycare). We're almost out of hand-me-downs for Baz, and he and Kay are essentially the same size now. He has more length of leg, but as far as hand-me-downs for Kay, we're a bit stuck. So, time to buy clothes.
Anyway, we did get mom what she needed to feel happy about the first day of school, and as a bonus, I figured out why she thinks open-heel shoes are comfy, and closed-heel shoes are not. Her arches are in different places, and the open-heel shoes let her position her feet to match the arch support. I am a sooopergenius. Of course, she's sad that this is so, but I say unto her, truly, with orthotics, you can wear pretty much any shoe you want. So go to a podiatrist, already!
We also went into the cool gift store (sorta like Patina, but even more upscale), and found a bunch of cool poetry. I have forgotten the name of the author, which is sad. We agreed that it would be a great store for weddings and graduation presents. And we had a cinnabon, and looked at adorable baby clothes that we don't have any babies for (no, not even Grey). Then we went to Whole Foods, and I explained why it was Whole Paycheck, and she agreed. I got mustard seeds and hot peppers, and a present for sil. But no salt. 19 kinds of artisinal red, grey, and black salt, but no pickling salt.
And then we came home, because it was late. I crawled into bed at midnight.
And in a feat of superhuman timing and willpower, I got up at 5:50, even though I had not armed my alarm clock. Score. Sadly, the five minutes late that I was negated my ability to get breakfast until I got into work, 3 hours later. Hungry!
NOT THE RECEPTIONIST! I have to stop dressing so well. Isn't the fact that my cube is a Pit of Despair kind of a hint?
Which is to say, I went clothes shopping with my mom, and there were actually clothes I wanted to wear. Also, the buyer for Lane Bryant was on less ho-crack this time around, and there are things that Actual Women might wear to Actual Work. I'm going to keep my eye on those grey slacks with the deep cuff. I don't have $50 for them, but maybe I will have $30. I do regret that I cannot wear the fabulous cropped pinstripe jacket with blue satin brocade waistcoat, but not everyone has my um, build issues. I am banned from cropped anything, because it inflates the apparent size of my boobs to something that would need individual wheelbarrows. But cropped jacket and slim pinstripe trousers would look good on any number of other people. And I took my mom to Coldwater Creek, and felt like rolling around in all the sumptous copper and spice and red and velvet and silk and soft lace and leather. Mmm, fall.
I tried this on:
Drool. I looked great. I didn't have $250 on me, which is probably okay.
I didn't see this mandarin duster, which is lucky for me:
Yum.
Of course, the next big chunk of money I spend needs to be to get the kids fall clothes. They both need fall and winter jackets, and maybe rain jackets, too, and rain boots, not to mention long-sleeve shirts and sweaters, jeans, some tights for Kay, and warm dresses (only a couple, really. No sense in putting her in anything foofy for home or daycare). We're almost out of hand-me-downs for Baz, and he and Kay are essentially the same size now. He has more length of leg, but as far as hand-me-downs for Kay, we're a bit stuck. So, time to buy clothes.
Anyway, we did get mom what she needed to feel happy about the first day of school, and as a bonus, I figured out why she thinks open-heel shoes are comfy, and closed-heel shoes are not. Her arches are in different places, and the open-heel shoes let her position her feet to match the arch support. I am a sooopergenius. Of course, she's sad that this is so, but I say unto her, truly, with orthotics, you can wear pretty much any shoe you want. So go to a podiatrist, already!
We also went into the cool gift store (sorta like Patina, but even more upscale), and found a bunch of cool poetry. I have forgotten the name of the author, which is sad. We agreed that it would be a great store for weddings and graduation presents. And we had a cinnabon, and looked at adorable baby clothes that we don't have any babies for (no, not even Grey). Then we went to Whole Foods, and I explained why it was Whole Paycheck, and she agreed. I got mustard seeds and hot peppers, and a present for sil. But no salt. 19 kinds of artisinal red, grey, and black salt, but no pickling salt.
And then we came home, because it was late. I crawled into bed at midnight.
And in a feat of superhuman timing and willpower, I got up at 5:50, even though I had not armed my alarm clock. Score. Sadly, the five minutes late that I was negated my ability to get breakfast until I got into work, 3 hours later. Hungry!
NOT THE RECEPTIONIST! I have to stop dressing so well. Isn't the fact that my cube is a Pit of Despair kind of a hint?