Monday, December 28, 2009

The real me.

I just want to shop all the time. I used to have this brilliant (brilliant!) idea that if I had as much money as Madonna, I would hire a team to buy me one of every single piece of women's clothing made in my size, in every color, excluding obvious crimes such as swishy pant suits and any and all varieties of terry/velour sweats which I feel have their place in a former life I no longer lead. I would then simply try on everything, with a stylist on hand, keeping what worked and donating what did not. I have the hardest time shopping for clothing (although the end result is always worth the trouble) and I felt like this would be the end-all, be-all solution.

Why not just hire the stylist and let him/her bring you what they think will work best... you ask? Because I have to know all my options, lest the sky fall down upon my head and the ground below sink into the sea. Duh, pssht.

I'm in school (and the good Lord knows how much I love it) and thanks to having the single most supportive husband ever stitched together by The Big Man Upstairs, I'm also not working. That means extra money usually goes to filling the gas tank and buying the very best deep conditioner I can afford. If you'd like to hire me to fold your laundry that'd be awesome. I don't shop much, but when I do I focus on making it a quality piece. Something (hopefully) well made with a special embellishment or "depanner" if you will, something to tide me over until spare change arrives for the next mini-investment. I also shop with the future paycheck in mind. I'll fill an online shopping cart to the brim, seek out discount codes, maybe even think of reaching for my credit card... but in the end, I close out, click the "X" and send my would be wardrobe into virtual slumber.

Oh but the days of being back in the black are soon at hand. Friday starts a new year, and with that the landslide until graduation on August 13th. Between then and now are a superabundance of outlines, flashcards, exams, clinicals, trials, errors, and hopefully a few victories, but come this time next year I should be several months into my new career, heartily in love with a new handbag and cheerfully blowing kisses to the ATM as I pass. Until then comrades, a few would-be selections...

Why hello husband, I got your dinner. I got your dinner right here.

This is so smooshy-wooshy and romantic. Over textured tights with a gauzy tunic and bib necklace, whaaaaat?! Next windfall, this is mine.

Stupid cute. Wouldn't change a thing about how it's styled. Would change myself to wear it.

This over the Bugle Boy. Then I run out to pick up the dry cleaning looking effortlessly fabulous and financially solvent. I used to daydream about Brad Pitt, sans goatee. My how things have changed...

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