And just as I reminder. . .

I can't control the youtube content too well, so . . .whatch out.

I thought I'd been shopping lately, but now I'm not so sure

I know I went the other day. I just know it. But my purchases seem to have faded into distant memory. Maybe it's my closet. It's too dark and cramped to really properly evalutate the wardrobe options.

Although I had a more memorable sales experience than anything else.

I tried twice this past weekend to pick up some stuff for work. The first time, I tried a ton of stuff on and bought nothing. I just wasn't feeling it. I needed stuff, but nothing was just perfect so everything pissed me off. The poor girl that was helping me must have been pissed. Oh well.

So the next day I go back and try on pretty much all the same stuff and this time I get most of it. But there's a new salesperson who apparently is supposed to get off of work about 20 minutes into my spree. She actually comes and finds me and asks me if I could go ahead and check out with her the things I have already tried on and then continue shopping with someone else helping me. I just stared at her, sighed, and said "I don't think so." I'm not trying to be rude. But don't start a sale you can't fininsh. I don't know what the final selections will be. This is NOT MY PROBLEM. And it worked out well because the other sales person was the girl that was helping me the day before, so it all worked out.

Can't say I'll be letting the other woman help me again. I'll have to ask her what time she gets off before I start.

I'm about to give up

There are some good options for shopping around town, however, you seem to have to be a lady of leisure to take advantage of them.

Gone are the days when I can shop around the clock. Being ever-so important from 9-5 has really taken a toll on my consumer activities. And none of the cute boutiques are open after 6. I swear, somebody could really make a killing if they would puch the clock back just a bit. Now, if it's not Saturday, it's shopping at the mall, no other options.

Ick.

I figured it out!

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Damn, that was good.

2 purses from endless.com--shoulder bags, leather, one black one brown, different bags. I have been in a purse crisis for literally years. I usually go for fun ones that are fun for about a week, and then I'm stuck with the hideous thing. This time I found just the right balance of classic and fun and decent price, so that should do it. If I can figure out a way to put pics in this thing, I'll be sure to do that.

Then, I figured since I had new purses, I needed cute clothes to go with, right??? I swear, I have purged my wardrobe down to a few pathetic t-shirts (all cotton, all v-neck, most kinda long) and NOTHING ELSE. I only have one outfit these days: V-neck, jeans, cute shoes. Done. Sooooo Bored.

But not for long, only have to wait 24-48 hours for order to process from urban outfitters, and then 5-7 days on the shipping, and ... TA-DA! happiness in a box. I love the way freshly delivered packages smell. That warm, kinda dusty, cardboard smell. Then when you open it, there's the plastic and clean cotton smell. I'm grinning from ear to ear just thinking about it.

And apparently the shopping gods were smiling favorably on these transactions because endless.com actually gave me free overnight shipping AND five bucks back off my total (I guess cause they're new) and UO was no shipping fees at all. Life is good.

So, at Urban Outfitters, which always strikes me as kinda ironic, because lately they've been more "hippie-granola" than urban, and I mean, you usually find hippies in urban settings, but they look like farmers. But anyway . . .

I picked up flip-flops (dogs ate last of them) 2 for something, tank tops (extra long of course) 2 for something, then I got two of a tube top I've been covetting for weeks. It's blousey and pleated and banded at both ends. One in a pinky buff and another in black. Then I got a navy (also long--alas, I is damn tall) v-neck open back flutter sleeve top/dress. I've been working out so I think I can pull off the open back thing.--I can actually remember being about 12 years old and being aghast at the thought of the existence of back-fatt that my cousin was griping about. But I ain't got none no more!!!! God love YBB>

And. . .. the I moved on to accessories, but not before making a quick stop in the leggings and skinny jeans dept.---I know Sabine, I won't wear them in your presence.---but I had to give it a try. Black, tux style on the black skinny pants and grey on the leggins. he he he

and to cap it off, I rounded up a bunch of necklaces (all super cute) and a tortise looking bangle that's all carved and cute.

I'm so exhausted and thrilled.

I started to venture over to the "home furnishings" and cute shoe area, but then remembered I'm headed off to Dallas in like 2 weeks-ish and will do Ikea and DSW shopping then.

Uber pleased with self and purchases. Cute outfits make me so happy. I'm already picturing how different my life will be with cuter clothes.

I kid, I'm not that twisted.

Nighty-nite all.

PS--wish me luck on my final tomorrow--well, today actually, in like 12 hours, damn I gotta go to bed-- (4 down, 2 to go)--and then NO MORE LAW SCHOOL!!!!!!!!

O, my god

Have just discoverd www.endless.com, have 15 bucks in checking account, but Visa still loves me.

Will report back with theraputic expenditure.

When all is lost, go shopping.

Hahahahahaahahhahahahahahahahahahhaha!

Serious Withdrawals

O my god.

I can't take it anymore.

But I can't shop.

O, the agony.

Need more money!!!!!!!!!

R.I.P

Alas. . .

Due to circumstances of maturity and responsibility beyond my control, I am forced to bid farewell to endless days of shopping indulgence.

Goodbye horrific (yet convenient) Lakeside, tootles a-ha(I remeber when you were down the block), shoenami, naaz, tomato, hemline, ele, trashy diva, winky's. . .I'll miss you all.

And I was just getting geared up to do some damage. I shipped out a literal trunk-ful of goodies to Olivier's momma that were not really my thang anymore. The closet is so empty now. And I freakin gave it all away. No matter, it didn't really fit anymore anyway. Some of it was almost ten years old. Damn.

But most of all I'll miss the places I hadn't quite made it into yet. Time is just so sparse these days. Lucky magazine actually just did a spread about shopping in New Orleans and there was a few spots I wanted to see for myself. Oh well, not any time soon.

Curses.

Maybe husband's salary negotiations will end soon and I won't have to be mature anymore. I like the sound of that. mmmmmmmmmmmm.

If anybody actually reads this, feel free to post. It may be changing subject matter, as I must pinch pennies until circumstances improve.

I could get a job. . . but then when would I shop??

Ooo, la la

HI all,

I had some naughty shopping fun this weekend. Went crazy at House of Lounge in anticipation of impending nuptials. I'm so looking forward to showing off my new outfit. . . and I can think of one other person that might be equally looking forward to the show. Let's just hope I don't get too drunk at the reception to perform properly.

But before I hit the House of Lounge, I stopped in at Shoenami--eh. Wasn't expecting much and didn't get much. Although, in an attempt to venture into the world of flats, I did pick up a cute pair of black, ballet-type, flat tennis shoes. They'll do. They are cute, but they're still tennis shoes.

I also popped in a Naaz to see what they had. I hadn't yet made it in, and I was a little disappointed at the lack of selection--but what do you do, it is a little boutique. The girl that was working was SUPER nice and helpful and that always is appreciated.

My usual fave of a-ha was a big let down. I guess they've changed the direction they buy. Either that or I just can't get on board with the funky, hippy, embroidery shit. I don't want to look ugly-dorky-funky-"cute", I want to look good--like an adult, and I don't have to look like I've had one too many brownies to do it. Either it's just too granola or too juvenille. I think I may scratch it off my list. Although, they are a good place to stock of C & C tees and tank tops--a staple of my M-F wardrobe.

And then came the hair appointment.

Ick, ack, retch.

Paris Parker on Prytania. What a bunch of stuck-up bitches. I used to live across the lake and visited the Hammond PP regularly. The building is gorgeous, the staff talented and friendly. An amazing experience every time. Contrasted to the PP on P, it is a haven of beauty and excellent customer service.

The PP on P though, I loathe it with the heat of a thousand suns.

I had a bad experience with them a few years back, just not impressed, but I got a gift certificate for PP over xmas and decided to cash it in on a cut and color. Where to begin--for starters, no one greeted me for about 10 minutes when I first entered the building. Granted folks were busy, but nobody even looked up. So, when my presence is finally acknowledged, I sit and wait for another twenty minutes. which turned out to be somewhat entertaining because a soon-to-be bride had just had her trial run hair do--with the mothers, and grannies in tow. And the style looked like shit. She had the veil in it and the chignon wannabe that was tucked under it was a disaster. Pins sticking out everywhere, loose pieces, it was attrocious. I almost told her as much. Being similarly situated, I would want to know if my wedding hair looked like crap.

And speaking of crap, so it's finally my turn. I meet the color person and we start talking about the plan. I have been platinum for over a year now and am ready to go darker. I tell her I still want to be light blonde, just throw in some low-lights. She has other ideas and spends a considerable amount of time condascendingly trying to convince me she's right. I stick to my guns and say no, lowlights and I'm done. She offers yet another idea. How about we lowlight it, and then throw on some light blonde in between to just add a little shine and depth. Her reasoning made sense so I decide to go ahead. But, I warned her, make sure you don't leave any of it on too long because it WILL GRAB DARKER than if it was being used to lift. She doesn't acknowledge my comment. Ok. Then I'm processing, and it's getting dark so I get her and say it's time to rinse. She says, "Don't worry, it's just oxidizing." I say, I know, I've gotten my hair colored for about a dccade now, and I know my hair and it's time. She says, Ok, and then disappears for another 10 minutes. Sneaky cunt, I should have just shampooed myself.

So now she shows back up and asks, of all things, "Ready?" I wanted to punch her in the face.

As she's rinsing it out in the shampoo bowl she tells another stylist at the next chair, "Wow, this color showed up really rich." Which is code for --o shit, it did come out too dark--

So now I'm pissed and it's time for my haircut. I had met the haircut girl when my hair was still undarkened, and we agreed on a cut. She cut it. It was cute. However, she didn't put a drape on me over the robe so I got hair all over my shoulders and it was all itchy for the rest of the day. Plus, she didn't put any product or hairspray in was she was finished. It was just flat and unfinished, and I was itchy and funky when I left. I was outraged. But by this point I was sooooooo ready to get out.

I paid the biznothes the $200 bucks they wanted for massacre-ing my hair and then proceeded to go home to call customer service and bitch. They were already gone for the day, so they'll apparently be calling me on Monday--hence the documentation here so I don't forget anything.

But the most striking thing is how rude the people there are. I guess I should have parked the Lexus directly in front of the store so they wouldn't think I was some dumb sorority wannabe that wouldn't "fit in" with their clientele. (not that I can spell or anything) I did kinda look like crap when I went in. I hadn't slept much the night before, went to a play and then had an early class and then spent the rest of the afternoon shopping. So I was pretty beat and red-eyed by then and just looking to relax. ha ha ha.

And speaking of the clientelle, I was the only one in there under 50. So, if ugly, wrinkly, completely devoid of style folks are your target market, then obviosly I was in the wrong place.

They suck and I will never go back. You couldn't lure me back in even if Brad Pitt was the new shampoo boy--ok, well maybe that would do it, but that's sooo not going to happen, so it's safe to say I'm never going back.

The haircut itself was cute, but damn those girls were bitches. ugh. I should call up Neil Corp directly and complain. It wouldn't be too tough, I am from Hammond after all and went to f*cking high school (and elementary school too, I think, I don't really remember--he was never my type) with a Neil (my friend dated his friend), and I even taught a class that little Miss Paris herself took.

Summary:

Naaz = good
a-ha= declining fast
Shoenami = you get what you pay for
Paris Parker on Prytania= should have flooded and been de-rooffed

and I'm back. . .

Alrighty folks. after a long break due to absolute madness, I am back to reporting. And boy do I have some juicy stories...maybe some I shouldn't share.

Yeah, best hold on to some of those for now.

Doing this blog has brought to my attention just how often I actually shop, and it's been kind of shocking. So, I've resolved to cut it down this year. Just a little.

So, there was lots of shopping over Christmas. I had fun at Canal Place and shopping in the Quarter. However, I was unable to find (while on foot and without internet on phone) a bookstore in the Quarter. Such an anomoly. The old stand-bys of Virgin and Tower being seemingly closed forever, and no books for sale in Canal Place, I had to get more creative to secure a gift for my mother. She ended up with a cookbook that was more history than cooking--which is good because she doesn't cook and was a history major in college.

Lately, the sole object of my shopping extravagnaza has been to find an ivory silk charmeuse dress, strapless, notched top, and black across the bust. There is an ABS dress at Hemline that is pretty much it, but it's not this season and Hemline is offering it at full price. I could be tempted to just go ahead and pay twice what it's worth now, but they only had it in a 6. Oh, well.

All attempts to find it online have failed.

Speaking of online, I found a close substitute, however the rest of that story must get cleared with my attorney before I disclose the details. (o, the intrigue)

And on a slightly related note, I just picked up my car from the body shop yesterday, and I was sooooo happy to have the hotness back until I took a close look at the work done.

O my f'ing god! All they had to do was put on a new mirror and front panel, but apparently they also had to get all up inside the car and get their grubby mitts all over everything. Grease on the shifter, the knob was crooked, some kind of crap on the stereo dial, they had changed my radio station, turned it way up and changed the bass level. HOW DARE THEY! That's my car, with my settings, my personal space. DON'T TOUCH MY THINGS. O, and I forgot the best part. The mirror they put on was on crooked, and they managed to scratch the center console big time on both sides. I hate them, and if anybody's looking to get body work done don't use a particular shop on Vets right by the airport. It's my opinion and I can say what I want.

In thier defense, after I had to persuade the manager to even look at the damage--she didn't want to because it was too dark outside (as if cars don't have lights on the inside!)--she decided to have some interior paint people fix it on Thursday. We'll see, and I really don't trust them. It would almost be worth it to just never deal with them again.