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Monday, February 15, 2010
To be honest, it's a bit of a blur. What I DO recall very clearly is that Mr. PrettyThings told me I needed shopping therapy.
Now, ladies, isn't that just your dream to have your man tell you that you need to go quench your thirst for shopping? I was ELATED. Immediately I thought,"Oooh, I wonder if that means he is treating me to a shopping spree - How much money will he let me spend? Gaaaahhhhhhhhexcited!!!!"
So I asked, trying to mask my excitement, if he meant therapy as shopping.
Then Mr. PT brought me back down to earth (or lower) when he said,"No, I mean you need therapy. For a shopping addiction."
Oh. Letdown City.
Well, being married has been good for me, financially-speaking. I have been known to have a small (BIG) impulse-buying problem that involves anything pretty, plus a credit card. Husband has cracked down on my spending in a big way. Like, the way in where I don't want to spend money and feel the horrible feeling of letting him down.
But this week, people, I have an ALLOWANCE!!! Weeeeeeeeee!
Lest you think that I wheeled myself straight to the mall, well I will tell you that is not so. Being 5'10" makes it a bit hard to fit into regular sizes of clothing, so I have to shop in talls, which generally are found on the websites only (BOOOOOO, stores!!!).
In true Me-style, I have spent almost every penny at J.Crew.com. Worth it? I think so. I thought this shirt would look cute with... well, just about everything. I visualized my grey wool skinny pants or a grey wool pencil skirt:
It's hard to tell from this picture, but it is actually a ruffly tuxedo shirt. I wish I could have gotten every color, but when paired with this:
well, my allowance was just about tapped out. Rats!
*the three previous photos are from J. Crew's website.
I am super-excited about the blazer. I am a firm believer in everything that comes out of Stacy and Clinton's mouth on What Not To Wear, and blazers are great wardrobe staple according to the WNTW Gospel. I am also thrilled that it won't be as apparent when the jacket is covered with hair from these two:
I know. So cute. These two shed like crazy, so that black shirt will be grey the moment I walk in the door of my house.
I'm trying to get a little more creative with accessories, but stay somewhat traditional, so I thought the bejeweled/beribboned necklace was a good compromise. I am a little wary of faux-pearls and anything involving pave (I can't figure out how to do the accent on the "e") rhinestones, but I guess I'll have to go for a few fake pieces before I beef up my Real Deal collection. Anyhow, this style is likely to fall out of favor before the necklace falls apart.
I haven't left the house much since the surgery. When you are not equipped with a wheelchair-friendly home and car, it is kind of a pain to just get out the front door. One annoyance I have noticed in my short time confined to a wheelchair - there are not very many street spots marked Handicapped. Another thing - there are a lot of handicapped people in Seattle!! I was SO excited about having a temporary handi-placard, and here my friend had to drive all the way down to the 5th level of the parking garage at the movies last night before finding a handi-space! Lame.
Something that made me laugh right before surgery was that they asked me to initial my feet (you know, so they wouldn’t operate on the wrong one…because I was getting both done….???). So I took a picture using my handy dandy iPhone, which I love and I wish the camera and video were better on it, because I have not used my other camera for months. I document my life on the iPhone.
Anywhoodle, here is the picture of my pre-op feet.
So anyway, here I am after the surgery. I was only JUST coming out of anesthesia, but being me, I still had the presence of mind to tell the nurse that
1. now I would need new GREY Ugg boots because I wouldn't be able to wear regular shoes for a time, and
2. I needed my iPhone so I could take a picture.
Luckily my wunnerful hubs was there with my prized possession. Et voila:
Mmmm, how I wish I could have that blue heated blanket at home. No, my toenails are not yellow because of any gross fungus – it was the iodine that they put all over my feet. OH, and they put it on my legs, too! It looked like I was slowly turning into an Oompa Loompa from the feet up! But I don’t know what Willy Wonka would do with a 5′10″ Oompa Loompa…
What's that? You are totally jealous because those post-op shoes look sooooo cute?? Oh yeah. Check these babies out:
It's okay. I probably could let you buy these off of me once I am no longer required to wear them. Oh, and you know how I mentioned that it is hard to get out when you are in a wheelchair? It is one hundred times harder when you have to wear these things. They are the ugliest foot....things ever. I can't bring myself to call them shoes - I feel like I would be offending an entire industry by doing so. If they WERE considered shoes, hypothetically, I would consider them the spawn of Crocs, Birkenstocks, Old-Person Shoes, and those Japanese shoes where the bottoms are elevated by two blocks of wood.
Oh, and also - My feet are, in fact, NOT four inches thick! Shocking. Yes, that is just one lil foot (mine, of course) and a buttload of bandages.
Apparently, I need Mozilla for this blog to quit screwing with my editing. Just figured that out.
Well, I have three more weeks of catching up to do but for now I am going to bed. Good night, imaginary readers!