We went to Canada this month for a rash of HCB family birthdays. While there, I was asked to perform a What Not To Wear style intervention for his sister at the local H&M. Me, free to spend a year's worth of pent-up retail energy for the benefit of another: I ROCKED that joint. Forty-odd separates later, I decided to top off her gift certificate. I realize H&M is EXACTLY the kind of disposable retail establishment that I have spent this year weaning myself from, but look, you just had to be there. She's a hot-looking, hardworking mom of three who SO deserved this splurge, and she was so happy to see herself looking fine. I consider it the gift of style. And I don't feel guilty about it. At All.
NECESSITIES
A couple nights before we left for Canada, I crashed my bicycle on the bastard MUNI tracks and sprained my ankle. Which sucked. I CURSE THEE, MUNI TRACKS. But I suppose it's a rite of passage. Seems everyone who's ever perched their butt on a bike seat in the 7x7 has eaten it on those tracks. In any case, I had to buy a couple of ACE bandages. And a few extra bottles of wine.
CREATIVE CONSUMPTION (i.e. USED ARTICLES)
I bought myself an early birthday present in the form of an oh-so delicate antique gold heart necklace at one of my de rigeur vintage stops, Elle Meme. (I'd show you a picture, but my camera is out of batteries and I can't find the charger.) I challenge you to go there and not feel special.
UP FOR DISCUSSION
Nothing fuzzy this month, apart from the shotgun trial subscription to Vegetarian Times - which I have already aborted.
ABSTENTIONS
The annual HOES chaos included getting this close to asking my friend Craig to buy me a giant beer can costume from the Halloween SuperStore. (It sounded insulating, and possibly waterproof.)
Thankfully I was able to summon the strength to Just Say No.
1 comment:
I too am a victim of the muni tracks--on the ride home from a triathlon, no less. There are few things less glorious than falling over in full cycling gear going .5 mph.
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