Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
But this time it was different, so, full of resolve and energy, I attacked the closets with a vengeance and the end result was seven, yes, count them, 1, 2, 3, 4 5, 6, 7 bags full of clothes. Yes, I know that sounds like a lot, and I'm somewhat embarrassed to admit I have that many clothes I don't wear, but remember, they've been accumulated over a very long period of time AND I rarely buy anything full price--sales and clearance racks are my friends!
I promptly loaded all 7 bags into my car, and my grand plan was to take them to this cute "recycling retail store" I discovered last week (http://www.platoscloset.com/index.html), where they buy (and sell) used clothing. I left work early yesterday, excited to rid myself of all those clothes and make some extra cash in the process.
I should have known when I walked in and was greeted by 3 YOUNG girls who look like they spend A LOT of time in stores like Forever 21 that my hopes would be dashed, but I blissfully wandered around the store (I was not allowed to leave) while they rummaged thru my bags and assessed the worthiness of my clothes. It took them 45 minutes to come up with the verdict, and I almost passed out when one of the tweens showed me the tiny pile they had chosen. Out of 7 bags, they chose1 pair of shoes, 2 shirts and one pair of jeans. THAT'S IT!! And the reason being...my stuff was "too mature" for their store. Hah! I didn't know whether to be insulted or not...I suppose it's not necessarily a bad thing that I don't dress like a teeny-bopper, but it was still difficult not to be slightly offended! I had great quality items and brand names in my 7 bags, darn it, and they rejected them! ...sniff, sniff...
Of course, the most embarrassing thing was pulling my car back up to the front curb of the store and proceeding to load all 7 bags of clothes BACK INTO my car, while one of the tweens insisted on helping carry them out of the store as if they were the plague. Yes, my pride was a tiny bit bruised, but I'm over it. Really, the worse part was only having $23 to show for all my effort! So now I have a car full of old clothes, which I suppose I could just give to the Salvation Army, but maybe just maybe I can try to sell them on EBay...any other suggestions?
Monday, May 25, 2009
Yes, it's a day off work and the un-official start to the summer, but it's so much more. It's a day to honor all those who have given their lives so that we can enjoy the freedoms we often take for granted. It's a day to honor those who currently serve our country and protect our freedoms. It's a day I'm reminded how blessed I am to live in the Unites States of America.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
The story goes: back in January, I took the strong recommendation of a co-worker (who has gorgeous and impeccably effortless hair) and went to her hair stylist for a cut. I was full of hope that I had finally found a hair stylist to call my own, that she would work miracles on my head of hair and I would be a faithful customer to the end (btw, my search for a good hair stylist has gone on for so, so long and has been so wrought with many disappointments…but I digress.)
Well, the recommended hair stylist must have been having an “off” day b/c what I got almost had me in tears; way too many layers, layers way too short, and ultimately a “helmet-head” look. Short of cutting 5 or 6 inches off the bottom of my hair, my only choice was to grow it out. Well, HAIR GROWS VERY SLOWLY, but I had been *patiently* waiting and growing it out for 4 long months, and finally went in yesterday (to a different, and equally highly recommended hair stylist) to have my hair “fixed.” Well, a “miracle fix” I did not get, but she trimmed up the bottom and the layers just enough and actually recommended not cutting too much off. Plus, she’s from Paris, complete with a French accent, and speaks about hair with authority, so she must know what she’s talking about right? Oh, and she spent over ½ an hour styling my hair, so I left the salon feeling very VA-VA-VOOM and wishing I had someplace to go and show it off! Well, Reid and Zoe liked it, anyway. :) And time will tell, but I may have found MY KEEPER STYLIST; with my hair luck, though, she’ll move back to France before my next hair appointment!