Cold water wash is on the extinction list. Chaquita informed me that she has checked several of the Dollar Tree stores only to discover that this item has disappeared from the shelves. (I’m gasping!) Cold water wash is as necessary as water itself! How else can we keep our blackest black hand washables black? What else can we use to be sure that our dark blue Cello’s retain their rich color? Now we’re on a two woman mission to raid every discount store of any remaining bottles and I’m wondering if we’re the only ones making a big deal of this. Apart from the buying the more expensive brand, Woolite, I asked Chaquita what should we do and her response was “Just Wash Them In Cold Water”! We both laughed. Chaquita. What would we do without her?
Lola Belle is not your everyday, mid-life, fade into the background, type of female. She walks a fine line, a fashion tightrope, and keeps the crowd gasping with her fashion choices. She recently caused the human resource manager to issue a dress code alert with her black mid-thigh leather shorts ensemble. Although she managed to create a pulled together, conservative look; the uproar from co-workers forced her to put the leather shorts aside, at least for a while.
Less than one week after the alert was given, she’s back again in all black. She’s wearing a black spaghetti strap tank, a sheer black button up top that ties at the waist, black studded biker boots, and……….black leather pants. Leather at the work place? Why not? When HR sends a “you must not dress fashionably” memo, what do they expect from a fashionista?
I’m a shopaholic, purse-aholic, accessories-aholic, and since my addiction does not affect my credit score or deplete my back account, then I’m okay. At least, I think I am. My daughter says that I’m a hoarder. Not! Hoarders are people who are found buried under items that they had no use for to begin with. Me? I wear my stuff and don’t make purchases just because it’s a bargain.
Okay, do I really need 50 or more scarves? Well, yeah! I need silk scarves for summer, rayon scarves for winter, scarves just to wear around the neck, some just to cover the hair, and some to tie on the handle of a purse. See, I need them all.
Purses. Oh, how do I love thee. Clutches, totes, cross body, chain strapped, chunky hardware, oversized, evening bags, sequin, beaded, leather, animal print, I love purses. I’m currently carrying a oversized woven straw summer bag,, with braided straps, and outside flap detail. Perfect for wearing with denim, linen, navy, coral, yellow, and almost any color that you can think of. Before this one, I carried a leather croc print white Brahmin tote, and before then, a green oversized satchel, and before then…well you get the picture.
I was recently speaking to a co-worker, fellow shop-aholic or hoarder as my daughter would say, about our latest shopping excursions. She pulled her recent purchase, a neutral colored tote with chunky gold hardware and she was just beaming. When I told her that I would change purses daily if I could, she agreed. She also revealed that she bought a purse weekly until she married and had a child. Now her husband says that she must carry the same purse for 6 months before purchasing another. I gasped with a look of horror on my face. She confessed that it’s torment.
Imagine 6 months carrying the same purse. A nightmare! May I never know that feeling. Ladies, please have the “purse talk” before you marry.
My daughter is 11 years old. Like most pre-teens she’s into her WII games, DSi, and iPod. She’s a smart girl, somewhat lazy when it comes to keeping her room clean, but overall she’s a joy to be around. I watch her each morning as she walks to the bus stop. I have a perfect view from my bedroom window and I’m posted there until she boards the bus and turns to wave at me.
My view is so clear that I see all of the kids, even the expressions on their faces. One girl in particular is playing with the other kids just fine until my daughter gets there. She’s one year older but runs and plays with the younger kids, climb trees, race, which is all fine with me. But as soon as she sees my daughter, her disposition changes, she presses her lips tightly, tilts her head high with nose in the air, and throws her hair from side to side. I see her do an unfriendly side glance at my daughter and with her haughty look, never says a word. This is not an isolated event. It’s daily. It’s apparent that this girl has issues which date back maybe 3 years when I first started to notice this.
My daughter, like myself, is a girly girl. Feather earrings, head bands, lip gloss, neon multi-colored sequined book bag with matching lunch box, and neon multi-colored sneakers. She loves scarves. She wears them in her hair, around her neck, and has been nicknamed “Scarfy”. She collects sunglasses, hand sanitizers from Bath and Body Works, and loves to be with her friends. She’s just an ordinary young girl. What amazes me is that a young girl is so filled with envy that even the mere presence of my daughter turns her into a monster.
Hmmh? Just like my daughter is genetically predisposed to be hated by envious females, the other girl is predisposed to be the hater. Like mother, like daughter???????