Queen of Rambles

Look, look! I made a slide show! Not only that, see the sweater that’s featured prominently? I made that too! It’s so weird to see my baby dressed in something I MADE. It’s the only complete knit project I’ve ever done, and I didn’t quite finish it off right. It’s supposed to have buttons on the collar, but I couldn’t make button holes so I just left it open. I’m proud of myself!

I guess I’m glad I picked a bluish color. I started this project before I even wanted kids, mainly because it was the only pattern Annica had and I wanted to see if I could do it. I almost bought pink yarn because I knew if I ever had kids they would surely be girls. Annica chastised me for buying blue because she also knew I would have girls. Guess we were both wrong.

It seems yesterday was the day for clothes.

Mike elected me to be the “emissions inspector goer-to,” and the inspection station just happened to be on the way to the big local mall. I had some idea that I would try to find a fat lady store and buy myself a little something special. That idea didn’t get very far.

There was a Gymboree right next to the entrance, so I decided to go in and see what all the hub-bub was about. I’ve heard that you can sell discontinued Gymboree clothes on E-Bay for more than you paid for them. Why? I have no idea–not even after a visit to the store. I can’t imagine ever paying $15.00 for a freakin’ onesie, even if they are extremely good quality. Luckily, though, they were having a MAJOR blowout sale. The saleslady even remarked that she’d never seen them sell their things for so little. I got a ton of long sleeved onesies for $2.99 each–cheaper than even Wal-Mart! I love the quality of the clothes. They are thick and soft and just feel so good compared to the cheap stuff. There was much more girly stuff than boy stuff, and I just couldn’t resist picking up a few things for my niece since the price was right. MisterE is wearing one of his new onsies today and he looks so handsome! Who knew a simple stripped turtle-neck could be cuter than a fuzzy-wuzzy teddy bear baby thing.

I dropped a good chunk of change there, but it was well worth it since the prices were so right. I still had the idea that I needed one special thing for myself. There’s a Lord and Taylor’s at the mall and their prices make me turn red with embarrassment for even daring to enter their domain. I don’t belong there. Yet, I know they have great sales and I’ve grown to enjoy the look and feel of a quality garment. I thought if I could just find one really nice thing that fit the 100% rule, I’d be a happy person.

The thing is, at a store like that lots of things fit the 100% rule because they are made so much better than the stuff you find at Lane Bryant. I put on a pair of $108 jeans and my butt almost had an orgasm from the feel of being cupped so beautifully. I’ve never had a pair of jeans feel or look so good. I was almost in tears in the fancy-shmancy dressing room. Good thing they were on sale for $25!

I ended up getting two pairs of jeans and four new shirts. Total price before the sale: $444. I paid: $123. I done good. The funny thing is, all four shirts are the exact same model, just different colors. I was pretty desperate for some new tops that look good, yet don’t have any beading around the collar. I love beading, but I don’t love the look they give MisterE’s face. I hate t-shirts. These shirts were perfect and I couldn’t decide what color to get, so I ended up with four. Who can beat $10 for a really nice blouse? I’ve become my mother. Her wardrobe consists of ten shirts that all look exactly the same. How did this happen? I can’t afford to become more practical than I already am!

There was also a really beautiful, soft sweater that I wanted to get. I tried it on and it looked great, but I refuse to buy anything with a big RL embroidered over the boob. If I wanted to be a Laverne, I’d buy clothes with a C. I know I am not from the world of the wealthy, but it seems pretty tacky to advertise the price of your sweater on your boob. Shouldn’t good design speak for itself? Do you really have to make sure everyone KNOWS you are a snob? Bah.

They had a beautiful red, sparkly ballroom gown that I wanted. It didn’t seem exactly practical. How do you breastfeed in a ballroom gown? I’d look really fancy with the sparkly skirt flipped over my head. Not that I have anywhere to go that requires a ballgown. If I didn’t have a baby, liked to party and liked to throw money down the toilet there are plenty of places I could go tonight that require ballgowns, but I can’t imagine it’d be anymore fun that sitting around in my PJs, snuggling with my two boys while eating some New Year’s Eve snackies.

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