I guess I realized the weather was getting to me when I heard myself say with a deadpan expression, "So help me. If this weather continues through April, I'm jumping off a bridge." That, of course, led to another less-dramatic thought/question: What do we gals do when we have "a case of the Mondays" all week?
Sometimes we head to the hair salon: We color. We cut. We regret. We wait for hair to grow out.
I'm suggesting retail therapy. When life gives you lemons, take out the plastic and buy something pretty.
For instance, I'm kinda' having a floral moment lately. Admittedly, the moment is mostly happening in my mind, but it's HUGE. I really like this dress from Very.co.uk; they have a great range of women's clothes.
Even though they don't deliver to the U.S., you can use it as style inspiration...or if you know someone with a UK address, maybe you can get them to send it to you. If so, holler. I want that dress.
Yes, my floral moment is mostly a cerebral one, but let me tell you. I am ROCKING florals in my mind. I"m wearing them to work, to the store, on a boat, and with a goat. I do! I do like florals, Sam I Am. I like them more than green eggs and ham.
Maybe it's my way of summoning spring, but these floral harem pants are adorable. I know, I know you might be saying, "enough with the harem pants", but I really am digging the print and the structure.Check them and other Joe Browns women's clothing out today.
Question: What does it mean when you have a "Rosemary's Baby" kind of dream? And I mean totally creepalicious: big D is standing by the window in a Superman costume ready to pounce. I know, I know...weird. And I awoke petrified. As I sit here in my writing moo-moo (it's animal print), I am trying to figure out what led to the dream.
I mean, it's not like I had a "hell of a week"; in fact I had quite the pleasant one, which included an immensely successful Loehmann's trip and everything! And then I thought, "yes, shopping". I've been a little more than consumed with a sleek gathered pencil skirt from Firetrap.
And you're probably like, "WTH. Buy it already." Well, as of right now, there's no shipping to the US. So I guess it makes sense that it crept its way into my subconscious. Boomski.
My arms have been compared to MObama's more than once. But here's a little secret. Mine wiggle. That's probably why I shake my bingo wings at just about anyone who will look. I love to watch them sway and shake. In fact, I'm beginning to notice that with each jiggle, I giggle. I am easily amused.
Maybe one day, I'll decide to lift 2 lbs. weights or something, but until then I'll be trolling bingo sites on the hunt for worthy competitors. Yeah, you get where I'm going. Don't be afraid. I want to create and participate in (obvi), "Battle of the Bingo Wings". I also plan to win.
Until then, I will be shocking adults and perhaps frightening children. Believe it or not, I do have an admirable goal...making us all a little more comfortable with our bodies and of course, making myself laugh.
