Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
How cute are these? Don't you want to throw all of these on your arm - arms - with some darling springy chambray day dress and obnoxiously high espadrilles?
Of course, I'm one who has to be cautious with accessories. When you're around 3'6", there is only so much you can wear before you start looking like a kiddie's nightstand Christmas tree. Earrings? OK. Earrings and a bracelet? Borderline trashy. Earrings, necklace AND bracelets? This screams LIVE NUDE GIRLS ON THE STRIP TONIGHT! 11PM UNTIL CLOSE!
But I was going to make an exception and have a big bracelet binge for $42. Until I realized each ONE is $42. EACH BRACELET! Erm, over $200 for what I thought was a bit of cheap arm cotton candy?
Well, at least you'll know why you see me cavorting around naked with a very pretty multicolored arm tableau.
Because I couldn't afford any CLOTHING to top off the look.
* Snarfed from Steel Magnolias, that pinnacle of 1990's cheezy chick flicks.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Yes, I know. It's only been six months since we've added a member to the family. Things have gotten entirely too calm around here.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Oddly I would never have even thought about plastic surgery before I moved to Tulsa. Perhaps living under the grey Northwest clouds for ten months out of the year makes such an expensive and risky undertaking rather preposterous. But here, when summer seems to start in early April and last through October, people eye you a bit oddly if you're still wearing jeans in the 194 degree July heat. Too, in the Northwest, such a blatant display of vanity is frowned upon. After all, how can you be taken seriously reading Sartre in a dark cafe if you have a mongo chest spilling out over your big existentialist tome?
Now, of course, all these things cost a bit of cheddar, which we have in short supply. However, while PVT would never shell out for Botox or a tummy flap tuck, he would take out a loan, sell plasma, or take a night job at Arby's if I decided to get fake boobies.
So much to ponder. I'll let you know how all this investigative reporting turns out.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
And then, courtesy of the Target Dollar Area, we celebrated all sorts of holidays:
Monday, March 14, 2011
I was also going to curse whomever it was who decided that Spring Break should be in MARCH - when it can still be freaking cold and awful outside, leaving mommies and their broods inside alternately crying and climbing the walls.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
I didn't even make it ONE day! Nay, ONE HOUR into Lent!
I should have known I couldn't do it with an unfinished box of truffles; I should have thrown them away. But how could I THROW AWAY a $2 truffle?
So now I am faced with the conundrum: do I totally forget about giving up chocolate? Give up something ELSE? I think I will simply finish the last truffle - there is one more - in the box, and then start over. I wonder if this situation is addressed in the Catechism?
Talk about weak flesh. At least I'm not trying to give up the line of crack I snort each morning.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
In other sweet nothings, this guy had his first baseball game this weekend:
Our Rory is quite a slugger for never having played before. And I sort of love baseball so far: the boys look just adorable in their little uniforms. And I'm thrilled that I finally get to read War and Peace, since holy shizer the games are so.freaking.long.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
OK, it's by a small (but excellent!) local magazine - Tulsa Kids. And I will be paid about eight cents a column. But! The Editor wants me to write a monthly column - a column that makes my heart sing with joy: (drum roll please) I am the new HIP MOM columnist for Tulsa Kids!
How did this joyous event come about, you ask? A few months ago I emailed the editor an idea for the "Hip Mom" column. Lo and behold, the (cough cough) now former Hip Mom had had trouble meeting her deadlines. Can you fathom that there was not a long line of Hip Mom applicants...so c'est moi!
People, do you understand the mind-boggling, heart-rending beauty of the position? I get to write about a topic near and dear to my heart: SHOPPING! And do you see how this works? Let me show you:
PVT: "What is this charge from such-and-such boutique?"
Me: "Honey, that's RESEARCH!"
PVT: "What! Another facial?"
Me: "It's for my JOB, PVT!"
PVT: "WHAT? More SHOES?"
Me: "I'm just serving the LOCAL TULSA MOM, PVT!"
I started field work today, my friends, and went to a local trendy boutique where I discovered this little number in several colors:
Isn't it cute? Happy, comfortable, and forgiving if you've got a bit of salsa-and-margarita-bloat from the night before?
Yes, this is "work" for me now.
Cue the chorus: "She works HARD for her money..."