Well, I went to the sale, and it was awesome and I am utterly PISSED OFF at myself. It was a total peer pressure madhouse in there!! The clothing was gorgeous, but NOTHING cost less than $80. EIGHTY BUCKS!! But I'm wandering around, and I figure, I'm there, I might as well try things on... So I do, and I feel like a princess, and I think, "well, it is normally a $260 dress... It is really really nice. I remember the day I was goofing off in the dressing room at Nordstrom (anybody else do that?). It's not like I can buy anything, so I just try the fabulous things on and prance about in front of the mirrors, pretending I have occasion and means to wear clothing like this. Anyway, this particular dress I'm holding (now at 70%) off, is exactly the dress I was crazy about the most like 5 months ago on that dressing room escapade. And there are other women there with ARMFULS of clothing. I run into my friend who shows me all $600 worth of the stuff she's getting. She's spending SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS!! I start rationalizing/ freaking out: WHAT IF I DON'T GET THIS DRESS (and also this other one)??? WHAT IF i CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT?? WHAT IF THERE'S NEVER ANY OTHER DRESSES FOR ME TO WEAR EVER EVER AGAIN!?? EVER!!? So I buy the fucking things and run out of there and proceed to beat myself up for the next 3 days. $210 is half the tuition of a voiceover class. It's more than I ever intend to spend on a digital camera (I would like one slightly smaller than the brick of cream cheese I currently use). RENT is due in another 2 weeks. The smartcar place called and said my smartcar is going to be arriving far sooner than I thought it would. How am I possibly going to afford it??!! WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!?? Blugghh. But it's friggin DONE already. You can't return dresses you've bought at a sample sale. And they're really really nice dresses... I'm going to wear those dresses every single day for the next six months, and then it will be as if I'm only paying $1.16 per day. That's if I wear them both every day. And I will. I'll have a mid-afternoon costume change. And people will think I'm much less strange than if they just saw me in the same exact dress every day. The green print dress: and the Statue of Liberty Dress: which I so lovingly chopped my feet off in.
If you'd like to experience the same self-flagellation as I currently am, you can visit the ADDITIONAL day of the sale tomorrow 8/23 from 10 to 5. All the details are on the flyer in the last post.
I've never been to a sample sale before, but someone posted about this on fatshionista and I had to spread the word. I'm going to try and go tomorrow. Rachel Pally is normally way way way out of my price range, but I found a wrap top at Nordstrom Rack a month or so ago... I wore it to my high school reunion. The fit is AMAZING and everything's in this gorgeous rayon jersey. (The LA Times calls it "buttery" on her press page). She's one of the few (but growing!) designers doing interesting things for plus sizes. I figure it can't hurt to try my luck! :) Maybe I'll see some of you there!
This makes me very very happy. I found it on http://www.sandalandsoxer.co.uk/home.htm My friend Dane has a big problem with two of his neighbors. They have 2 cats that they walk on Sunday mornings. They walk them on ribbons. But they're cats, so there's less "walking" and more "sitting in the bushes and getting sternly spoken to." I saw them doing it one time. Dane stopped his car in the middle of the road and made me take a picture. I did, but it didn't come out because I was laughing too hard.
Dane likes to hang his head out of the car window and hoot and holler at hot guys walking down the street just like straight guys do at girls. I think it's great. I do it now too. But not when I'm by myself, because then they want to have conversations and that's not what I'm interested in at all. Just Hooting and HOLLERING!! WHY DO WE HAVE TO TALK TO EACHOTHER!!??
I want him to marry me. I think he's already married. To another shotputter at that, but a girl can dream...
If you haven't seen this , you should look at it. It kinda cracks your head open to realize that each of these people are perfect. They're uniquely suited and perfectly designed to accomplish the feats that they do. And they're all different.
It's really really stupid that "athletic build" means "shaped like a swimmer or a track star"...
Those stats listed are really incredible: the shotputter's biceps measure the same as the cyclist's thighs; the marathoner can only bench press 65 pounds; and I really get a kick that these 2 eat roughly the same amount of calories every day:
So this morning, I'm getting breakfast for Grandma and she's in the living room trying to work the remote control.. I said "What do you want to watch, Grandma? " "Oh, one of those good shoot-em-ups." "Like ...The First 48?" "Yeah, that'll be good."
It's true. Me and my grandma just watched Chuck Norris in a hot air balloon chase. He jumped from his balloon onto the top of the other guy's balloon and then beat him up. Then he sang his own theme song.
I'm in Arizona all week taking care of one horse, 4 dogs, 2 puppies, one cat, and one old lady. My aunt and uncle are in Hawaii on vacation, and they asked me to hold down the fort. It's kind of awesome. We've been watching a lot of Law & Order and serial killer biographies.
My parents called to see how things were going and grandma told them we've been doing nothing but watching rape and murder on TV.
Other gems she has produced: We were watching Date My Mom on MTV and a guy said he was going to give his date a special kiss. Grandma can't see too well, so when they finished, she said "Well, what did he do, spit in her mouth??"
When I asked her where her oxygen thing was, she said. "I'm not wearing it. I'm being RECKLESS!"
