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I think I want to be one of those twiggy, health conscious people who habitually order a small dinner salad and a glass of water when they go out to eat. But then I remember that what I really want to do is *bitch-slap* those kinds of people, and order a hamburger. Of course, I only say this because I'm all jealous of the twigs of the world.
High/Low
High: Illiana of Distant Sun continues to contribute to Storyteller, adding on to the story that she's been submitting for two prior entries. It's like a serial. Way cool.
Low: I am so not weighing in today. I was a bad, bad girl last week - ate pretty much what I wanted (including *dessert*, last night!) and didn't work out a spec until this morning. Nope. The nurse's office ain't seeing my (widening) butt today.
Current Obsession
Figuring out a letter writing routine with Michael.
Grin Source
The message that Dawn left me on my work voicemail at 9:30 on Sunday night, from the Berlin concert she went to. Is that love or what? To quote: "NO MORE WORDS... This is for you! (sounds of a crowd, and then the crowd sings) No mooore WOOOORDS! Woooo! (laughs) Talk to ya later!"
Singing
No more words, and no more promises...
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I shall go in relatively chronological order, here. So, separate entries about the weekend, starting with this one.Friday night I went straight from work to go clothes shopping (as I informed my Notified readers). I was wearing the new clothes that I bought the weekend prior, and going into an upscale shoppe (yes -pe - the money you spend buys the extra "p" and "e"). It appears that in order to *go* clothes shopping in this place, one needs to *wear* new clothes. At least, it helps bolster the attention level of the "girls" working there. To be fair, the clothing was excessively nice and classy, which is why I wanted to make a purchase there. Quality fabrics and workmanship which almost (but not quite) counter the exorbitant prices.
At any rate, I countered the "girl's" efforts to put me into this $300 dress or that $100 bracelet, and took a few things into the dressing room that I chose for myself. Blinked at the make-up "masks" that they request their patrons don before trying on their mostly-white-or-cream-colored clothing. Shrugged into the black backless shirt and swishy black linen pants outfit. Adored it immediately. Went out of the dressing room at the "girl's" insistence and did a little dance on the catwalk for her. Listened to her gush and ooh and proclaim the choice "perfect". Changed back into my clothes. Agreed to purchase slightly-lower-scale-but-still-sparkly bracelets that "matched everything just perfectly". Turned down the sandals she offered to compliment the outfit (I already had a pair, but apparently she didn't trust me to pick out the right shoes).
I was in and out of there in 20 minutes, satisfied that I would be sassy enough for Calvin's reunion. Made a quick stop at The Gap to buy the shirt that I *thought* I had bought the weekend before, but didn't find it in the bag when I got home (the receipt didn't reflect the purchase, either). Got home to find Calvin and Michael asleep in the living room. (Note: Calvin - who took Friday off to spend with Michael - was in *exactly* the same position that I'd left him in when I went home for lunch).
Girly Alert!
I don't do this very often to you guys, but I'm going to have a girly moment and fuss over the clothing I've purchased recently. Really, there is *nothing* like feeling good in new clothes, and it's been a long, long time since I've had that feeling. Or new clothes. A long time. So, I got:From Ross: (elapsed time: 20 minutes)
- A black knee-length skirt
- Black heels for *six bucks* (which ended up being a half size too big for me)
- A Ralph Lauren dress for sixteen bucks
- Some new Keds
- A black sleeveless knit shirt
- A pair of boot cut capri's
- A pair of regular cut capri's
- Two flowered sun dresses
- A flowered skirt with matching shirt
- Three v-neck T's
- A sleeveless white linen button-up shirt
- Another shirt of the same style, except denim
- Five-count-them-FIVE pairs of sandals
- The aforementioned black pants outfit
I'll probably go back to Ross with Marie, and while she's shopping for her summer clothes, satisfy my own need for shorts, and perhaps one more pair of jeans. I'm still looking for that black spaghetti-strap silk-or-similar-fabric shirt to wear with that knee length skirt I bought. And I need a pair of closed-toe heels of a light color to wear with my sundresses. And find a way to make those black heels fit my feet without slipping off when I walk.
And. And. And. Once I start, I can't stop. I *needed* this stuff, though. Before going shopping these past couple of weekends, it'd been since last October that I'd purchased any kind of clothing for myself. And that was two pairs of jeans, a t-shirt, and a zip up sweater. Before that, God knows how long it had been. So, after I get those few last things, I think I'll be done for a while. This fall I'll probably make a few more purchases to fill out my need for warm clothing other than jeans.
At any rate. After I got home, Calvin and I went out to eat at The Uptown Brewery. The trout was fantastic, by the way. Back home again, after a trip to the grocery and video store, and we guffawed our way through "Me, Myself, and Irene". That part with the cow just killed me.