Because everyone I'm related to in all the world reads this blog and I haven't taken Violet up to Maine for a visit in quite some time, here are photos of what she looks like as of about five minutes ago:
This is my unshowered hot mess who probably won't leave the house today outfit. Except that I already went out to Starbucks and Jo-Ann's in it, but whatevz! I'm going to stay in and work for the rest of the day, I think.
Sweater: So old I can't remember.
T-shirt: Thrifted and reconstructed.
Jeans: Xhilaration
Boots: Blowfish
Also, I found my FDR necklace!!! It had been missing for probably six months or more, and I was really bummed out because I thought I must have accidentally thrown it away or something since I'd looked everywhere and couldn't figure out where else it could possibly be. As it turns out, it was under a bunch of garbage in the center console of my car.
Dan ordered me this boot, along with it's left-footed twin, for my birthday which is a week from today. I told him not to because the money could be better spent on other things but he insisted. They're by Blowfish, the same brand as my gorge burgundy boots that I got for Christmas. They more commonly come in leather, but I found these canvas ones and liked them better. They're more interesting-looking I think.
Otherwise, I'm in Bucksport at the moment attending to car-related things. My inspection expired in November, so I really need to fix that, and my registration was going to expire at the end of January until I renewed it today. Both my name and my mum's are on the registration, and I'm pretty sure the lady thought my mum was my husband on account of her unisex name, because she asked me something along the lines of had either I or my husband ever had our licenses suspended. I feel like that might be an even better story than the time I was checking out at Sam's Club and the lady looked at my picture on the back of my card and asked, "Is that your mother?" because I guess I look old in it.
This truck was on my street about half an hour ago, and I managed to snap a picture out the window. Heating oil for the cure!
I remember a friend once referring to breast cancer as "the sexy cancer," and I think he was right. There's no way they'd make brain cancer necklaces or sell colon cancer cookware. You're never going to see a commercial with a soft-voiced female narrator urging you to get your pancreas checked and turn it into a party with your girlfriends. So while I obviously know that breast cancer sucks and I fully support trying to cure it, I do not support all of this pink stuff for the cure! business. If you want to donate to breast cancer research, freaking donate. Don't go out and buy pink bowls, magnets, and spoons thinking you're being helpful when only a ridiculously small percentage of that money actually goes toward anything important. I realize that this isn't even a terribly original argument, but gosh damn. I mean seriously, an OIL TRUCK?!
Just so you know, this is what it looks like when I stand next to my cousin Sam:
I really meant to take an outfit photo today, but I woke up late, then shoveled snow and cleared off my car so I was all snowy and sweaty, and then did some errands and hung out with Dan and some other folks on account of it's his birthday. He's now a year older than me for the next 18 days.
I was apparently not supposed to have any Starbucks today. I went this morning after shoveling and got a mocha frappuccino for myself and a strawberries and creme frappuccino for Dan, then stopped at the grocery store to get some things. When I got home, I thought it would be a great idea to try to carry two frappuccinos, a bag of groceries, and a 12-pack of cola inside all in one go. I managed to precariously balance the drinks in my arms and on the cola box while I unlocked the front door, but as soon as I stepped inside, my frappuccino slipped out of the space between my elbow and side and exploded all over the foyer. I was pretty grumpy for about ten minutes and then I got over it. But later on, when Dan went out to pick up Garret, he surprised me by bringing home another frappuccino! However, it was only about three-quarters full, because it turned out that he slipped on some ice outside and dropped it. Luckily it didn't blow up everywhere like the first one so what was left of it was still drinkable, but what do you think the chances are that two highly similar frappuccino mishaps would happen within a matter of hours?
Finally, I saw Gran Torino last night and Revolutionary Road today. The former was AMAZING, the latter not so much. My only complaint about Gran Torino is that the girl who plays the next-door neighbor is a horrible, horrible actress. But Grumpy Old Man Clint Eastwood kind of sets my heart aflutter even if he's older than any of my grandparents. I may or may not have secretly felt that way ever since he was a surprise hottie in The Bridges of Madison County. I really wanted to love Revolutionary Road since Dan's BFF Roger Ebert said it's "so good it's devastating," but I thought it was pretty meh and all of the screaming and relentless arguing reminded me of a reality show. Kathy Bates' crazy son who talked like the Joker was the best part.
I desperately need a new camera that takes decent indoor photos. Too bad they cost a million dollars.
Dress: Target
Cardigan: Old Navy
Bag: Target
Tights: Target
Boots: Blowfish
Necklace: StellarFlux
This morning, I was reading about the words that should be banned in 2009, and I will tell you which one I don't agree with: <3. That's not even a word! If anything, it should be on the "emoticons that should be banned" list, but even then I think o___O and :3 should be way higher on the list than <3. I do, however, agree that "staycation" has worn out it's welcome. That one got old for me after about the nineteenth time I saw it used in a Facebook status update.
Also, back on the subject of emoticons for a second, do you guys remember this one?
