I don’t go out to clubs. I am not a clubber. The thought of donning something sexy and going out to dance at 11:00 on, say, a Thursday night rarely, if ever, enters my mind. What does enter my mind? When is The Office going to be on? Should I eat all these M&Ms? I should go write something but this InStyle Magazine is just too compelling to put down.
But this weekend all caution was thrown into the wind that blows over Brainerd, Minnesota. Or was it Nisswa? No matter. It was a girls’ cabin weekend in celebration of a friend’s wedding, what in modern parlance has come to be known as a Bachelorette Party.
I’m the gal who doesn’t think about acquiring a new suit until it’s the middle of July. Imagine my surprise to find that everything is picked over, out of stock or just cleaned up and put away, save for a tiny rack of bikinis fit for third graders. No, the American Girl dolls that third graders lug around.
I’ve heard all the hype about pilates for years. I’ve never been enticed by the kind that requires working on those wicked -looking machines, although I’m sure it works wonders on the old bod. But a couple months ago I got a Stott Pilates DVD from their Matwork Series. It’s a beginner level program (level 2 on a 1-4 scale) and I thought, “Why not give it a whirl?”
I’m not going to name any names here but I must put this out there: Men, pay attention to what you wear on your feet! Especially in summer.
The closet and dresser are cleaned out. All the clothing not currently in rotation is boxed up. So. Where does this leave me, Tim Gunn? Besides with fewer clothing options (which is actually strangely liberating)?
Where, oh where, have I been?
Last Saturday was my fifth wedding anniversary. Although there is a vacation in the “offing,” (how come that word is usually only used in relation to wedding announcements?) we did go out and do the dinner and dancing thing.
Do you ever need a dress and just can’t find one? Sick of going to every event in the same black dress? This is the story of my life.
I can’t decide what I think of this dress. Done in white, its horrendous. OK, maybe horrendous is a little bit much. But it is sort of a “Third-Times-the-Charm” bridal dress. I so want to draw a cigarette in a holder into her right hand and a martini glass into her left. Doesn’t she look a bit judgmental, like she knows something we don’t? Maybe she knows that if you make this dress in white, you are going to be making a big mistake.
I went into American Apparel: The Store about a month ago. While there, I felt very uncomfortable. It could have been the blaring rap music with lyrics that went something like this: “When you see a fine nigga, holla, don’t trip!” Wow, that gets me in the mood to spend, spend, spend! Apparently, AA hasn’t heard about the market research that’s been done on what kind of music makes people want to open their wallets.
This is the new keychain I got today at Robot Love in Minneapolis. It’s from the Kidrobot Yummy Breakfast collection. You buy one for $5 but you don’t know what you’re getting until you open the box and the mylar-like bag inside. Before I opened mine I said I wanted the pancakes because of my great love for pancakes and low and behold… Pancakes! I think I screamed in the parking lot.
I have a copy of the Twin Cities Blue Sky Guide, the “green” coupon book. The book costs $20 and features coupons for all kinds of local stores. I’m not a big coupon user but recently I sat down and looked through the book and found a lot of great deals. One of the best offered $20 off a purchase of $50 or more at gift and home store Patina. If you ever shop Patina, you know they often have cool stuff and that it’s nothing to drop well over $50 there.
As I was walking my dog the other morning, I noticed that the birds were singing. This is quite a change from the deathly silence of morning walks in January and February. Spring can’t be far away now. I do look forward to it so. But… with the coming of spring comes something else not so pleasant (besides slush and puddles). It wakes the sleeping CROC-odiles.