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September 7, 2004
Happy Feet
Ugh. I hate those forty-five minute naps that leave you crankier than when you laid down. There's nothing like a thousand-words a second tumbling out of your preschooler's mouth to test your freshly wakened patience, too. I politely asked for a few moments of quiet to wake up, and she's granted me a five minute respite. "I have to go to the bathroom, anyway." she told me matter-of-factly. Well. Lucky me.
So, I'm checking email, drinking my one-a-day caffeine fix, and trying to work up a good mood. It's coming along okay.
I did some birthday shopping for myself today. Generally, I like to be surprised, but I decided to cut my loved ones some slack this year. I am actually kind of hard to shop for, even when I'm the one doing the shopping! The things I wanted this year were things I needed to try on, so I did it myself. Let me say, nothing in the world beats a new pair of New Balance tennis shoes. NOTHING. Oh the joy!! My feet are freaking out. I promised them we'd go work out at the gym today to show off a little. My feet haven't been this happy with me since the massage of 93.
Another generous gift to myself, (hey, we're a big believer in birthdays at my blog) is a new pair of jeans. I am highly picky when it comes to denim - almost impossibly so, I'll admit. I found some at Old Navy after a complete meltdown in the middle of the mall. I hate jean hunting, because being 28 (well, for a few more days anyway), I don't particularly enjoy shopping in the teenie bopper stores. But can I find jeans in Sears or Dillards? No. Their jeans are atrocious. They only have Mom Pants. You know the ones. They double as boat sails. Well, no thank you! I like the low waisted, flared and fitted, hey-she-still-looks-hot-after-two-kids kind. I'm not trying to be 15, but I don't want to be 70 either. I mean, come on. Cut a girl a break. I may not be getting Botox, but I'm not committing fashion suicide with Mom Pants either.
Kay folks, that's it for me. I'm feeling slightly less cranky (whaddaya mean I don't sound like it! You wanna say that to my face, big shot?) and now I'm off to do the Stuff That Needs Doing.
Have a good afternoon fellers.
The Daily | By WonderGirl | 6:02 PM
Comments
Old Navy is my fall-back for jeans. I don't even go anywhere else. I really like Banana Republic jeans, too, but they only fit on people who are 5'8" size 4, and though I may come close to size 4 (well, more like 6 with Grad School butt) I'm only 5'2"! And the chances of finding something on clearance at an outlet (which is the only way I can afford Banana, unless I or my husband is an employee) that is a decent size is even less likely...SOOoooo...Old Navy it is.
Posted by: Jeannette at September 7, 2004 6:36 PM
The Gap, Old Navy and Banana Republic are all owned by the same parent company. Haven't you ever noticed how similar the clothes are at all three stores? So, in a way, you are buying Banana Republic when you buy Old Navy.
Posted by: Joey Wolfe at September 7, 2004 9:50 PM
Yep, Old Navy is the place for jeans. Though I must say that jean shopping falls into the category of shopping, which is a categorically atrocious activity. I have needed to buy a television for almost three months, but cannot. Best Buy, Circuit City, anywhere with decent prices--overwhelming. You walk in, there's too much everything and too much light and noise and too many choices and either the salespeople won't talk to you or the creepy one finds ya. So when I can't decide I walk out. Relieved.
I'm not agoraphobic. I just hate buying stuff. I'm even beginning to dislike buying food, the grocery stores are so ugh and impersonal.
Ok, I'm going to stop using your blog as my own. Back to reading.
Posted by: jeep at September 7, 2004 10:11 PM
my faves are the low rise, flared and fitted too. and happily early birthday. mine's not too far away!
Posted by: jessie bessie at September 7, 2004 11:53 PM
You should come over to Europe and check out some 'stretch' William & Delvin or HIS. These are my favorite kinds. I'm sure you would fit here with your hot-after-even-three-kids style around here. Enjoy your age of 28 while you still can. ;-))
Posted by: Jano at September 8, 2004 4:30 AM
