Archives for September 2011

And it ended up that it was meant to be, because EVERYTHING was 50% off in the store.
I died just a little.

So I then proceeded to spend hours loading up my cart to the max….only to discover that their credit card machines were down, and were instead accepting cash only.

Complete panic.
I had no cash, but I needed EVERY LITTLE LAST thing in that cart.
NEEDED.
To be clear.

So, I hid my cart with a HUGE sheet of paper with my name AND a phone number on it and dashed out to the nearest bank.

As luck would have it, the hour later when I returned, my cart was safe and of course…
the credit card machines were working.

Sigh.

But, it was all worth it, because we scored.
I scored.
Chloe scored {if you follow me on twitter or instagram you saw those gems!  adorbs.}

And this little fringe number?
One of my treasures.
$17 something but half off.
I got it for $9.
And it’s pure vintage goodness.

Of course, I have NO idea where I’ll ever wear it…and I’m not entirely sure I’m mad at about the sleeves/top portion…
But that can be altered, and may even perhaps be so, when and if a BIG EVENT should occur in my life.

I love this dress.
It makes me twirl.

I forgot how happy I get when I thrift.
It’s totally like a drug.

What about you guys, found any bah-na.na deals lately?

{and this is where I enter a little guilt trip, as taught by my mom, that I miss getting comments.  do you know that i love comments?  and that they make my heart swell? and that i smile so big and for so long with each one that is left.  ya.  i love comments.  love them.  in the words of some wise women, “i ain’t too proud to beg.”  so…that’s about it for today. }

Jimmy loves more than anything, when I wear my hair back….and since it was his birthday wish, I had no choice but to oblige.

Friday was the actual day and celebration and in true selfless fashion, he chose to go to The Corvette Diner because it would be fun for the kids.
And they had a BLAST.
All THREE hours we were there.
{and then i took a xanax and went home to sit in COMPLETE silence for a good hour or more to recover.}

How on earth I was able to work FIVE hours shifts there all those years ago is beyond me.
{I was Buffy.  And yes, that’s my claim to fame.}
What is it about getting older and not being able to handle noise and chaos anymore?
I used to thrive on that stuff.

But now?
I prefer elastic waisted pants and good La-Z-boy recliner, and in bed by 10:30 pm.
{unless my sister calls and then bedtime’s off….discuss the latest dish, we must}
How times have changed.

In my defense, I did take both kids out to do the chicken dance/polka, and even remembered all the moves to the Roach.
So that makes me a little more cool, ya?

as i sit in my elastic waist pants poppin’ xanax while i’m still recovering 3 days later…

Surprisingly, in the year we’ve lived here, I haven’t made that many changes.
And I think Jimmy loves me more than ever for it.

But, now that I have more energy….he should probably brace himself.

{Erin, the stylist, keeping Chloe happy}

{omg, the shoes. i LOVE.}