Is the hummph because he thinks you need new clothes?
I'm an opportunistic shopper. If I'm at a store for some other reason, and see something useful, I'll buy it. Rarely do I ever go just to shop for clothes.
but...I may need to go check out that sale too! lol
I'm with you on this. If I could get away with 7 shirts and 7 pairs of pants I'd do it (but it would take work to remember to change them I think....). I think the worst part is having to get naked over and over. Bra shopping is even worse.
Herself- I'm with you on bra shopping, although not so much since my old boss, who was a buxom wench if I my say so, told me to go to Nordstrom's for bras. As she put it, 'they'll hook you right up', not realizing her pun, which had me in stitches, of course. I see you're in Buffalo, so Nordie's is out, but if you can find yourself a good old fashioned department store or somewhere they have 'corsettieres', you should be able to get fitted properly and that is worth its weight in gold. It didn't used to be such a big deal for me until I got phat, and the salesgirl at Nordstrom's surprised me by naming a size that was not one but two cup sizes larger than I had on. A more profound surprise was that I actually filled the damn thing, and was much more comfortable, as you can imagine. So I promptly fired Steve as my go get it guy and don't go anywhere else for my undies, much to both our satisfaction. By the way, that's a mushy picture; what are you, happy in love or something? sheesh....
What can I say? I'm a person of disparate interests and strengths- I keep the checkbook balanced to the penny and pay the bills on time (usually), but I can't manage to keep crap from accumulating on the dining room table. I tend to obsess over the proper use of English grammar (at least, as I understand it), but my math skills are practically non-existent. This is probably why I'm always amazed that the built-in furniture I make for this house turns out as well as it does. I find that the older I get, the less willing I am to suffer fools gladly, but I love well when I love. I shoot from the hip and eat a lot of foot, but at least you don't have to guess what I'm thinking or feeling. I sleep too little and drink too much, and I still haven't figured out what I want to be when I grow up, which is probably why I haven't. However, I do seem to fake it pretty well. To know me is to love me - at least, that's what I keep telling myself. Did I also mention that I'm a loose cannon? And now I have both a soap box and a huge megaphone called a blog....
Tiny Homes: Simple Shelter, by Lloyd Kahn (Shelter Publications, Inc. ISBN 978-0-93070-52-0) Lloyd Kahn has been publishing very cool books on building homes, especially alternative building methods. I've been a fan of Lloyd's work for years, and I'm also very interested in small homes. Some of the homes are very hippie and quirky; some were slickly architectural. Most were inspirational- all of them were interesting. Cool book!
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Is the hummph because he thinks you need new clothes?
I'm an opportunistic shopper. If I'm at a store for some other reason, and see something useful, I'll buy it. Rarely do I ever go just to shop for clothes.
but...I may need to go check out that sale too! lol
The hummph is because clothes shopping makes me grumpy.
I'm with you on this. If I could get away with 7 shirts and 7 pairs of pants I'd do it (but it would take work to remember to change them I think....). I think the worst part is having to get naked over and over. Bra shopping is even worse.
Herself- I'm with you on bra shopping, although not so much since my old boss, who was a buxom wench if I my say so, told me to go to Nordstrom's for bras. As she put it, 'they'll hook you right up', not realizing her pun, which had me in stitches, of course. I see you're in Buffalo, so Nordie's is out, but if you can find yourself a good old fashioned department store or somewhere they have 'corsettieres', you should be able to get fitted properly and that is worth its weight in gold. It didn't used to be such a big deal for me until I got phat, and the salesgirl at Nordstrom's surprised me by naming a size that was not one but two cup sizes larger than I had on. A more profound surprise was that I actually filled the damn thing, and was much more comfortable, as you can imagine. So I promptly fired Steve as my go get it guy and don't go anywhere else for my undies, much to both our satisfaction. By the way, that's a mushy picture; what are you, happy in love or something? sheesh....
I guess you are missing me right about now, huh?
Oh I miss you for lots of reasons. Shopping is just one of them.
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