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Dec. 7th, 2003 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideMan. What a fantastic day. Got up, raced to Queen Anne and met Judy and Ellie at 5 Spot for brunch. Lazy brunches rule. Caught up on Judy's trip to Korea (she brought me back the cutest 'friendship-magnet' whee!) and Ellie's new job, where she's challenged, but terrified of failure, versus bored to death. Personally, I think she's going to kick ass, and am so relieved she finally moved on from her previous job hell. We also discussed exactly how much I should drink before Tuesday's presentation.
Afterwards, we decided to go shopping downtown for variety of things---John needed a casual blazer and new cell phone pda thingie, Ellie needed a cocktail dress and shoes, Judy needed work clothes in general and of course, random Christmas shopping. I was going for the fun and company of it.
The Bon
Shopping with John is hilarious. The guy is the original metrosexual. The three of us hovered around him, having him try on 147 different blazers, and making him turn, discussing cuff length, 3-button vs 2-button, etc etc. It was hilarious. The best part is, John really does seem to enjoy us fussing over him, and he definitely loves to shop.
Ellie is the fashion critic amongst us all and really, ultimately we turn to her words of wisdom on what is the Current and Hip thing to do. Ellen is appalled by John's jeans. Just appalled. She kept crying "The shame! The shame!" They're just 80s style jeans. Light in color and ankle-ish length. Every time Ellie spied his socks she'd shriek anew. She hustled John over to the jeans department and before you could blink, John was trying on some fabulous dark dark, extra long jeans and looking rather fantastic. I think he'll still wear the short pair to torture Ellie, as that is the basis of their relationship.
So we decided to move on to Nordstrom's Rack to look at shoes and more blazers. I knew I needed clothes, but had been completely ignoring the fact. Am down to one pair of jeans since the other ones caught on something and were torn on the ass. I live in tee-shirts emblazoned with Michigan & Brown and Gap pajama bottoms because yes, I am a telecommuter. My one decent cashmere black sweater (that I bought in the 80s) has been reduced to a pilled, hole-y nightmare, not fit for public wear (not that this stops me). Which reminds me of when I moved home in '02 with 7 pairs of torn underwear and my mother, who'd collected some laundry from my room was absolutely appalled and I am now the proud owner of 345 pairs of underwear. Woo. Planning on wearing my torn jeans home in order to score more clothes. It's either that or get a friend to solicit What Not To Wear on my behalf.
Nordstrom's Rack
It was like the 5th level of hell. Crammed. Noisy. Disorganized. But hallelujah cheap. Found 2 new sweaters (one dark red, one black, both long-sleeved v-necks yay!) and a shirt (black v-neck long-sleeved).
We were shopping for a long winter coat for Judy when suddenly my shoes were the focus of intense attention. Apparently everyone is horrified by my shoes, which I can't believe anyone even notices my shoes. They're a pair of Doc Martens that I bought in college and have worn down to a very comfortable um level. Judy proclaimed an intervention and frogmarched me to the shoe department. Ellen was assigned the job of finding me something that I would be willing to wear and could afford. She is amazing. Immediately she started hurling tons of shoes at me. I always think shoes look weird on my feet. Like, when I'm not wearing my Docs or father's slippers or in bare feet (the three stages of footwear for me), that my feet look like they belong on someone else. So this was a challenge. Ellie immediately produced the cutest reddish brown clogs with yellow stitch trim. Flat, because I am klutzy as all fuck, and adorable.
Even Hobbes likes them!
Then she produced a dizzying array of colors and styles. I tried on rubbery boots (comfy but rubber is too kinky for me), oxfords (they were too stiff, hrm. and not in a good way), closed heels, open heels, etc etc etc. Then she found a great pair of doc martens, but a different style than the ones I've been wearing. This pair is taller, with a square-r toe and I really liked them.
Then she produced my favorite pair, the pair I'll be wearing daily now, soft black leather, yellow stitch trim, with a closed heel. They are so comfortable! They've got some sort of soft sole that feels soooooo good.
So as I'm deciding against the Docs, because really, I've lived with one pair of shoes for ages, I couldn't imagine needing to buy three, when Judy swooped down on me, grabbed both pairs of black and pronounced them my Christmas present. She blithely rolled over my objections and ran away with them. I can understand her glee. We've been friends now for over 20 years. *thinks* 24 years. It's hard to come up with new and exciting gifts. Naturally she won't tell me what she wants.
She's instructed me to save the old docs, because we are going to have a ceremony to destroy them. Mowr.
While in line, Ellie suddenly said, "Oh! You're going to be late to bookclub!" And somehow four hours had just vanished. Ack! So hurried through checkout and ran to car, hugging and kissing everyone goodbye. Since I was dressed fairly disreputably, decided to just change in car. New shoes! New sweater! Yay! I zoomed to U Village and somehow managed to be only 15 minutes late. Woo!
Bookclub ruled. It was 2 of the previous people (Debbie and David) and 3 new people (Sariah, Mercy and a guy who left early and thus I didn't get his name). It was a great discussion, nice to have group of 6 and since the book was so weird, there was a lot of mad discussion.
I think having read it, I found that I liked many pieces of it, it would make me burst out laughing and I would chase Hobbes shouting Earl! But I didn't really enjoy it so much while reading it. Though, I'm glad I did read it. Glad to have some of the bits and pieces of words and phrases stuck in my head (Blood and Schlagobers; Keep passing the open window; Sorrow floats; Earl!; "What!", Egg shouted, etc) and I can see myself quoting them at relevant moments. But it was still just too surreal. Hrm.
I was so excited, because they're all such nice people and so easy to have a discussion with. I'm going to try to pretend during my Tuesday discussion that it is just like the bookclub. That I can easily talk and share my input. After all, the topic is something I'm comfortable with.
Now all I want to do is wear my shoes and run around! I also had a venti latte at 6pm so I am never going to sleep!
Afterwards, we decided to go shopping downtown for variety of things---John needed a casual blazer and new cell phone pda thingie, Ellie needed a cocktail dress and shoes, Judy needed work clothes in general and of course, random Christmas shopping. I was going for the fun and company of it.
The Bon
Shopping with John is hilarious. The guy is the original metrosexual. The three of us hovered around him, having him try on 147 different blazers, and making him turn, discussing cuff length, 3-button vs 2-button, etc etc. It was hilarious. The best part is, John really does seem to enjoy us fussing over him, and he definitely loves to shop.
Ellie is the fashion critic amongst us all and really, ultimately we turn to her words of wisdom on what is the Current and Hip thing to do. Ellen is appalled by John's jeans. Just appalled. She kept crying "The shame! The shame!" They're just 80s style jeans. Light in color and ankle-ish length. Every time Ellie spied his socks she'd shriek anew. She hustled John over to the jeans department and before you could blink, John was trying on some fabulous dark dark, extra long jeans and looking rather fantastic. I think he'll still wear the short pair to torture Ellie, as that is the basis of their relationship.
So we decided to move on to Nordstrom's Rack to look at shoes and more blazers. I knew I needed clothes, but had been completely ignoring the fact. Am down to one pair of jeans since the other ones caught on something and were torn on the ass. I live in tee-shirts emblazoned with Michigan & Brown and Gap pajama bottoms because yes, I am a telecommuter. My one decent cashmere black sweater (that I bought in the 80s) has been reduced to a pilled, hole-y nightmare, not fit for public wear (not that this stops me). Which reminds me of when I moved home in '02 with 7 pairs of torn underwear and my mother, who'd collected some laundry from my room was absolutely appalled and I am now the proud owner of 345 pairs of underwear. Woo. Planning on wearing my torn jeans home in order to score more clothes. It's either that or get a friend to solicit What Not To Wear on my behalf.
Nordstrom's Rack
It was like the 5th level of hell. Crammed. Noisy. Disorganized. But hallelujah cheap. Found 2 new sweaters (one dark red, one black, both long-sleeved v-necks yay!) and a shirt (black v-neck long-sleeved).
We were shopping for a long winter coat for Judy when suddenly my shoes were the focus of intense attention. Apparently everyone is horrified by my shoes, which I can't believe anyone even notices my shoes. They're a pair of Doc Martens that I bought in college and have worn down to a very comfortable um level. Judy proclaimed an intervention and frogmarched me to the shoe department. Ellen was assigned the job of finding me something that I would be willing to wear and could afford. She is amazing. Immediately she started hurling tons of shoes at me. I always think shoes look weird on my feet. Like, when I'm not wearing my Docs or father's slippers or in bare feet (the three stages of footwear for me), that my feet look like they belong on someone else. So this was a challenge. Ellie immediately produced the cutest reddish brown clogs with yellow stitch trim. Flat, because I am klutzy as all fuck, and adorable.
Even Hobbes likes them!Then she produced a dizzying array of colors and styles. I tried on rubbery boots (comfy but rubber is too kinky for me), oxfords (they were too stiff, hrm. and not in a good way), closed heels, open heels, etc etc etc. Then she found a great pair of doc martens, but a different style than the ones I've been wearing. This pair is taller, with a square-r toe and I really liked them.
Then she produced my favorite pair, the pair I'll be wearing daily now, soft black leather, yellow stitch trim, with a closed heel. They are so comfortable! They've got some sort of soft sole that feels soooooo good.
So as I'm deciding against the Docs, because really, I've lived with one pair of shoes for ages, I couldn't imagine needing to buy three, when Judy swooped down on me, grabbed both pairs of black and pronounced them my Christmas present. She blithely rolled over my objections and ran away with them. I can understand her glee. We've been friends now for over 20 years. *thinks* 24 years. It's hard to come up with new and exciting gifts. Naturally she won't tell me what she wants.
She's instructed me to save the old docs, because we are going to have a ceremony to destroy them. Mowr.
While in line, Ellie suddenly said, "Oh! You're going to be late to bookclub!" And somehow four hours had just vanished. Ack! So hurried through checkout and ran to car, hugging and kissing everyone goodbye. Since I was dressed fairly disreputably, decided to just change in car. New shoes! New sweater! Yay! I zoomed to U Village and somehow managed to be only 15 minutes late. Woo!
Bookclub ruled. It was 2 of the previous people (Debbie and David) and 3 new people (Sariah, Mercy and a guy who left early and thus I didn't get his name). It was a great discussion, nice to have group of 6 and since the book was so weird, there was a lot of mad discussion.
I think having read it, I found that I liked many pieces of it, it would make me burst out laughing and I would chase Hobbes shouting Earl! But I didn't really enjoy it so much while reading it. Though, I'm glad I did read it. Glad to have some of the bits and pieces of words and phrases stuck in my head (Blood and Schlagobers; Keep passing the open window; Sorrow floats; Earl!; "What!", Egg shouted, etc) and I can see myself quoting them at relevant moments. But it was still just too surreal. Hrm.
I was so excited, because they're all such nice people and so easy to have a discussion with. I'm going to try to pretend during my Tuesday discussion that it is just like the bookclub. That I can easily talk and share my input. After all, the topic is something I'm comfortable with.
Now all I want to do is wear my shoes and run around! I also had a venti latte at 6pm so I am never going to sleep!
