Self-Humiliation/Immolation

i have nothing to talk about tonight, so i decided to post an old and humiliating picture of me to spice things up. the above is the immediate aftermath to my wisdom teeth removal, courtesy of kderrick as instructed by my mother. i was awake for that surgery (my only surgery ever, as i'm far too cautious and wussy to have anything actually go wrong with me), so i remember the whole shebang. luckily/bizarrely, i had my ipod going in one ear to help me relax, so i had a soundtrack to the surgery, and remember being tripped out that i could watch the dentist's hand go up and down while he stitched me shut. i had all four teeth out and spent that evening in the health services office of wellesley college, run by goddesses that brought me lukewarm soup and cold ice packs and cups to spit blood in. lovely, i know. i'm a delicate flower. with big puffy cheeks.

I'm Taking Him to the Ballet Soon

this is how i feel right now: like a 5 month old little boy whose mom says that real men don't wear pink, but has been put in a cozy pink hoodie only to be in danger of it being imminently ripped off by his gender-constricting mother. mostly tired with a dash of indignant. also in need of coziness.

Happy Turkey Day Etc.

i just forgot to post yesterday. i had partially crafted a post in my head that went: "it is winter now. lame." that may have not been the most compelling post i would have ever written, so it's probably for everyone's benefit that it never made it up here.

i slept in today, luxury of luxuries, all the way til 9:45. after a shower and primping, i went and spent about an hour at starbucks with a chai latte and the book the devil's knot by mara leveritt. then a trip to walmart for some thanksgiving supplies (coloring book & crayons for my niece to keep her distracted, check.), then to my dad's house to pick him up for thanksgiving at my mom's. then nothing but a normal thanksgiving of lots of food, lazing around, and being full. the only new thing this year was having an infant around who likes to style and eat my hair.

after dinner and taking my dad home, i wanted another chai to round out my day, so my mom and my scrabble board and i headed out to starbucks. except: NO STARBUCKS WERE OPEN. anywhere. what the? i so wanted a chai latte. but apparently starbucks employees are allowed to have thanksgiving evening off, which is basically unacceptable. plus i was unable to break in my scrabble board...we'll probably be stranded together til the reverend gets here next week. sad.

Fiori

today was a hectic day. i kickstarted my week and day wonderfully with a call from my manager at 9:15, asking if i was ok - i was supposed to be at work at 9. tooootally forgot. so that was a nice adrenaline rush as i flew to work, and then i just hit the ground running...we had all expected holiday traffic to hit this friday, giving us today and tomorrow to gear up and prepare the store, but this was not so much the case. we were busy from the minute we opened, and stayed that way. i was running up and downstairs, around the store, going crazy trying to get product received in for our merchandiser today, when my coworker stops me to tell me that security said i have a delivery at the command center. my mind ran through all the vendors i have personally worked with lately, and who might've dropped something off in my name of all people. then, it clicked. and, of course, i rush over in the midst of this hectic day to find these:so i took a moment, smelled the roses, and once again felt spoiled and loved...and for some reason all the tension of the day eased off and i had a smile from then on out. good day today.

Carpe Diem

fall is pretty much over, as evidenced by the billion pounds of leaves the trees in our yard have unceremoniously dumped on the ground. i have to basically guess where our driveway is every time i leave home, somewhere in the field of yellow. but it is kind of pretty. and today was gorgeous out, low 70s and sunny, which i was incredibly excited to go out and enjoy until i looked at our weather prediction for this thanksgiving week:lame. snow?? lame.

so i went out and seized this, one of two last apparent days of nice weather before months of suck. went out to the legends as i said i would, and found a dress in the first store, first dress, first thing i tried on. we (shopping addicts) know how difficult and rare this is. and i'm excited. so excited that i called pete who could barely restrain his non-excitement. nonetheless, it is cuteness, fits well, and was ON SALE. we all know how i love things ON SALE. and this was a sale at an outlet store, is there anything better? anyway, here's the dress, ooh and ahh at your leisure:

Not Me

it is once again time to revert back to saying that it was not my fault for not posting last night. i was on the phone with pete and in the midst of a scrabulous tournament involving lots of silent stretches on the phone broken by "invalid word?! hairnob isn't an invalid word!" of course, i lost all games played last night, causing me to fall into a sleep coma til this morning. it also might have been all the shopping on top of the shopping i did yesterday, hoorah for christmas shopping! and now i have an official shopping project to guide today's day off: i need a dress for a new year's extravaganza. do i have dresses? yes. but none that are Just Right. malls around the greater metro area, beginning with the legends, here i come.

People Watching

during those slow times at work, those times where i'm leaning ninety percent of my body weight on our glowing glass counter to avoid collapsing into a tired puddle on our cushioned floor mats, i have ample time to consider each and every person that enters and exits the store. one thing i've been studying lately about these people is how they enter the store. some customers enter like they have rolled out of bed, thrown on something comfy, and are strolling into their kitchens for a cup of coffee. comfort, confidence, a certain degree of ownership. they know where they're going and what they're looking for, and they do that. even if their aim is to just browse.

some people edge in, testing the water with their tippy toes, a little nervous and possibly overwhelmed by all the stimuli of lights and colors and textures and sounds. they kind of skirt around all the islands of product, hesitantly drifting a finger over something or other, maybe even daring to pick something up to look at the price.

and then there are the bluffers, people who like to act like they own the joint but are really kind of nervous under it all. these are usually the college kids, clutching their sketch pads and raggedy sheets of questions from their professors, acting cocksure but really not feeling so comfortable in a store with $2000 items.

i guess these are three of several reactions people must have to museums in general, depending on how often they've been to one, how much they know about art, how much they get intimidated by large buildings, how wealthy they are, and how confident they are in themselves, among other things. it's all pretty interesting, and it's always fun to categorize people the minute they walk into the store. though i promise i am openminded...