Monday, October 30, 2006

Oh yeah!

And I racked up major damage at Bluefly.com

um, um, um--that's good stuff. And I did it while I was visiting the hubby at work, so the connection was SUPER fast. I picked up a bunch of yummy tees and tanks in fall colors. And since there was a promotion going on where if you bought at leat one men's item, you could take 20% off, I grabbed the husband a Monarchy Tee and was out the door. 8 for me, 1 for him. That's fair.

I'm glad you agree.

Now if I can just make it throught the next 5-7 business days!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When are they going to invent a device where what you purchase online is automatically downloaded and "erected" instantly in your home. Just purchase and print out your new outfit, ready to go. Instant gratification. People would spend way more money, I'm sure. Maybe if we all wore digital devices that projected an image of an outfit, but really we were wearing some crazy unitard from the future--But everybody saw the outfit you "downloaded". hmmmmmmm. I'm gonna be rich.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Shoppin, shoppin, shoppin, shoppin, badger, badger, shoppin shoppin. . .

Ahh, another pointless and infuriating trip to Lakeside.

Why do I continue to subject myself to it?

Well, because there's easy (most of the time) parking, air conditioning, variety. But the biggest draw I guess is the hope that with all the crap, you'll be able to find a few decent, quality pieces.

Hahah.

So I grabbed a few things from Black/White. Mostly stuff for "work". Then I picked up a single tank top from Express and a pair of pants.

Service = O, except from that girl at Express that acts like she's coked out of her mind all the time. She's helpful.

But I feel compelled to share my general distast for the direction the mall has taken. The stores I used to find an interesting outfit or two in, have taken a turn for the downright trampy.

Bebe, Guess, Express (although to a lesser extent), Forever 21--although they've always been trampy and I've never really shopped there--it's f*cking crap. I mean, I'm not expecting couture at Lakeside. But seriously, it's either sweats with rhinestone messages encoded on the rear or stripper gear.

Where do nice girls like me shop these days??

Veloptuous Vixen is next on my list to hit. It's new, in the Quarter, and I hear good things. I'll let y'all know.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Happy Now Sabine?!?

All righty folks,

After a brief break, I have much shopping to report.

1. Hit Magazine shops the other weekend. Had lunch at Juan's and then moved progressively uptown. Much luck at Winky's. The little doggie that keeps shop is too sweet. Very drooly, but sweet. Metro 3 and Trashy Diva, eh, not so much. The merchandise at Trashy Diva is pretty much uniform in all its senses. The accessories have taken somewhat of a dive. I suspect hard times.

Then it was back in the car and off to Funky Monkey, Shoenami, Ah-ha, Frock Candy--not necessarily in that order. Shoenami I no longer really shop unless I have a particular outfit that requires an extrordinarily unique or uber trendy pair of kicks. Their shoes just fall apart. But they are good if you want to get a cheap pair in a style that you don't feel compelled to spend upwards of $200 on. However, my out of town, lesbian, burelesque-dancing, shopping companion had much success at Shoenami. . . and we'll leave it at that.

My highlight of the day was the pair of mildly metallic, pewter, peep-toe wedges from A-ha. They had them in other colors, black, and maybe another, but I was so blinded by these beauties that they were all I could see.

Picked up a variety of basic cotton items from FM and FC. Nothing extrordinarily notable.

However, I was a little irate, as usual, at the practice of checking bags and purses in exchange for clothes pins. What is with all the distrust?? Shoemani, Funky Monkey, and Frock Candy were all offenders. If I remeber correctly, Funky Monkey was the only one that made you check you purse. And the girl tried to give me someone else's purse when I was ready to leave. I don't think I'll be turning over my bag to Funky Monkey again. Check back soon for a report on my battle that is sure to ensue. (I don't really like them anyway, so if I get banned for life, no biggie).

After binging on Mag, I realized that I needed new suits for school/work. Did I mention the student loans finally came in??? Armed with the knowledge that there is not a decent place to get a women's suit in this city currently, I took to the internet.

Good stuff, Overstock.com and Smartbargains.com. I was a little dissapointed with Bluefly.com. They used to have suits, and now it's just "Blazers" in one category and then "Pants" in another, but no easily identifiable suits. I got a brown pant-suit from Tahari as well as a 3-piece navy one and a dark grey with cream pinstripes pant suit (very subtle).

I just hope they fit properly. I don't measure out properly on any size chart. I'm too tall even for the "tall" sizes. So my numbers get skewed all over the size chart. Ack.

And then later in the week, now that I had new suits, I needed new dress shoes. I went to Dillard's with the intent to just pick up some navy pumps that I had been eyeing for a while. Super cute and comfy BCBGirls Katchen pumps. I know/remember this because the Katchen has been around for a while and I've had them before--although in different colors.

But since I was at Dillards and still had money to burn, might as well get busy!! So it was off to the perfume counters. I sprayed every inch of my visible skin. All the way up and down each arm (both sides), all of the neck, and the decolatage. Husband was present to aid in sniffing elbows and other hard to self-sniff areas. It was quite tricky to remeber what was where, but things smell QUITE different on the skin than on the little pieces of paper scattered about.

I settled on Pivoine by Angel. The bottle is f*cking deadly. For those who have not seen it, it's an exaggerated star for the stopper and is super pointy. There's even a warning that comes with the bottle, but I think something was lost in translation. I'll try to recount it, but as I am currently in class, I'll have to do my best. It went something like this: This bottle expertly made, use care in manipulating, especially top. You could slit you wrist with it if you weren't careful.

OOO, and I almost forgot!! I scored on super-fun pantyhose and knee highs. Black, blue, nude, lacey, little fishnets, textured, patterned. I had an armload. And, I must confess, I bought a pair of footless leggins. I know, I know!!! 80s, hipster crap. I know, I know. But I just couldn't resist. I loved em then, and I just can't shake em now. I don't know when or where I'll wear them, but at least that crack-rock craving is gone.

The check-out process was thrilling. The woman was helping some lady decide if the Coach wallet she had bought somewhere else was legit or not. Now, I'm not a complete bitch, and there was a line forming in the meantime, so I asked the woman if there was another place to check out. If you'll scroll down, you'll recall that all purchases/returns must be made in the individual departments. Well, the woman was ignoring me. So I said it louder. And leaned way over the counter. The woman who was being helped was not pleased with my question, which, by the way, wasn't actually answered verbally. The employee ended her conversation and came over to carry out her duties. She was pleasant about it. And I was not really pissed off or bitchy when I said what I said. I just had to get loud. And my question obviously reminded the woman that maybe her first duty ought to be to the paying customers, and not to the crackhead who bought fake Coach wallet out of the back of a burrito truck. And apparently my loudness had attracted a manager to supervise the transaction. Also, the fake-Coach lady decided she was going to get all brave and came over to the check out line to say "Thank you" to the sales clerk for all her help, it made her feel much better. She kept looking up at me (she was quite teeny) like she was going to say something, but she never did. Then she went back to her fake-Coach friend who then asked her, "Did you tell her off?" I'm assuming she was referring to me. But that's just a guess. ha ha.

Gutless little moron.

What else. . .oh yeah, the husband got 2 new ties, a shirt and some cologne. He wanted to look for a wallet, but my feet hurt. Cursed pewter shoes.