Turns out you guys are awfully helpful, what with your excellent gift ideas (
Kate) and eagle-eye book-poaching skills.
So how's about we keep this Choose-Your-Own-Adventure thing going? I mean, isn't that the point of all this eco madness anyway? To share our knowledge and find solutions together? Or is it that I just don't like being alone?
Ladies and Gents, I give you the conundrum du jour:
My excellent friends at
BCSF, for whom I do some copywriting gratis, decided to thank me on Friday with a wildly generous $200 gift certificate to Lululemon. It was all I could do to keep myself from chucking
my misgivings in the blue bin like so much recycling and running (not walking) to get me some new PANTS. My yoga attire at this point looks like Shirley MacLaine's stress-afflicted dog from Steel Magnolias: fuzzy in some areas, nearing baldness in others. Which begs the question: at what point does desire become actual need? I've already mastered looking shabby. Do I have to wait until HCB has fashioned me a loin cloth out of the remnants of my old pants?
I'm kidding about that last bit. I mean, I didn't take on this challenge to get all Siddhartha on your ass. But I don't know, something about brand new spendy designer yoga pants tastes a tiny bit like cheating. Delicious, spit-roasted cheating with meyer lemon and a side of asparagus bread salad.
