Bye-Bye Baby Blue

There are very few times that I can say that I felt actual pride in making a purchase. I mean I've been giddy, elated, shocked (over a deal or lack there of) but proud is a special feeling when making a purchase.

That pride is now sorrow three years later when it is time to finally toss that one item. What, you are asking at this point, the hell is she blathering on about?

It is best I show you rather than tell you. Words cannot express...

Yeppers. That brilliant blue bra is the reason for my pride. When I bought it I was wearing old lady bras, white and beige, straps two fingers (or more) wide and in the ugly/overdone size of 38DD. That blue beauty you are looking at is neither white or beige, it has two hooks in the back and the straps are thinner than any strap that had graced my shoulder since I started wearing an C cup in the sixth or seventh grade and this baby is a 36F.

Until I asked for help that day I didn't know that Fs existed. Heck I didn't know that J or M existed beyond what I had seen on Oprah, and I've never been on Oprah. And the day I bought this bra was the day I grew up. I could buy pretty things for the first time, it's a big deal. A big deal.

And now I must say goodbye. The underwire finally busted through and it causes me physical pain to wear it. I'd keep it a bit longer, maybe sew the underwire back in one more time, but I have too much stuff. I need a few new bras but I must get rid of two things before I can get another.

I'll miss you blue bra.

I apologize for any rambling or circular bumbling. 

'Tis the Season

Today is laundry day and I am wearing clean jeans and a decent looking non-t-shirt. It's sort of a disgrace that I can manage clean clothes after the pile of dirties that was waist high, let alone jeans and a shirt I wouldn't be afraid of going out in public in. And even then we're not even considering the bag of dry cleaning waiting to visit the cleaners.

It is safe to say I have too many clothes.

I can't make excuses for it. I love buying new clothes, making new outfits and the all around having of stuff.

I love the stuff part of it but it's getting out of control. I mean seriously  I just bought a dress for a holiday party and while I am super excited about the dress I'm super excited to do the shopping to get the necessary "stuff" to make the outfit complete.

I bought the shoes (on sale!) and earrings, bangles and a cocktail ring to pull the whole thing together. Silver and gold and the prettiest of cobalts. All to go with my 40s style  dress with a bit of a modern twist. 

Then I got home. 

For the first time I am suffering buyers remorse, and not the "I'm so broke I shouldn't have done that" buyers remorse, more the I have plenty of crap that will match the dress kind of buyers remorse. I don't get this! What happened to the liking of the stuff? 

Who the hell am I?

Since it is now the season of intense materialism I have decided to rebel...no I haven't I will still be buying presents for people, though I'm going to try to buy less crap and more things that will be used or enjoyed. And I'm not saying everyone is getting cookies in a reused cardboard box but you know something along those lines.

If you have any ideas let me know! I'll be at the mall returning crap.

Black Friday

I worked last night. I went to bed at seven this morning and woke up to screaming (apparently, getting a bath is about as traumatic as getting stabbed to death to my nephew right now) only to fall back asleep until just after noon. I'm still foggy, but I'm going to make it through the day.

As I faded fast in the wee hours of the morn shoppers played sympathetic, "I bet your tired. You've been here since 11!" It was nice that everyone was kind and forgiving of sheer stupidity at times, I lost my ability to talk at one point though my voice stuck it out, but we opened at 9:30PM not midnight as the later crowd had thought. People were crowded around the store's doors when I arrived at quarter to nine.

My neck hurts from holding my head up.

'Tis the Season

I'm a Scrooge if I've ever met one. But, and its a strange but, I love giving gifts. I love finding things for people. I'm not even a shopper, but I love Christmas shopping.

I went Christmas shopping yesterday, it was, all in all a great trip. Picked up a few things, got some great deals, gagged over Christmas music and Santa at the mall.

For Pete's Sake, Thanksgiving is a week from today, the trees have been up since before Halloween. It is getting out of hand. The commercialism is getting out of hand. The pressure to make the numbers for cooperate when they refuse to pay you enough to put up with the stress and bullshit is getting out of hand. The sales are getting out of hand. The consumers are out of hand.

It makes it easy for me to be a Scrooge. The "broken home" thing is at this point just a bit of an annoying its the people absorbed in themselves and trying to get the most for themselves so everyone can love them the best because they spent the most. I'm not alright with that, I'm not alright with greed.