my feet have gone AWOL
I'm really tired & won't be home much in the next few days.
I woke up earlyish today, well-rested. Sat around watching war coverage for a while, then threw clothes on and hit the road. Went to the yarn shop that I've been wanting to visit for a while now - anyone really interested in that will check out the knitting blog, right? right. I got yarn, some on clearance and some not.
Then hit the Mall At Milennia, which is this new - OK, recent - thing in Orlando that we hadn't visited yet. A pretentious, stage-directed temple of commerce. But quite pretty, if you can take a sense of irony in falling into the architects' and designers' sense of PRESENTATION. I mean, they call the food court the ORANGERIE, for crying out loud!
So, I shopped here and there. The weirdest Urban Outfitters ever - very bright and happy, with tiny, tiny shirts. Found the Yoshitomo Nara shirts that I wanted, and on clearance, too, but painfully small on me, so I passed them up. Instead, a copy of We're Desperate (California punk scene photography from 1978-80), a little tub of Parfumeria Gal currant lip balm (since I am so fond of the peach I bought a while ago), a little hair wrap. Right now they are full of (NOT)artfully chopped-up dresses made from old sweatshirts, belts made of old ties (which wasn't even interesting in like 1990 when Sassy was doing it)**, striped polos, and STILL those execrable "rub my tummy for luck" shirts, which make me really fucking uncomfortable. i am careful about what i buy there when I buy things. (and yo, even if you're over it, recall: this is the first UO there has ever been in Orlando, and it's only been there for a few months. it's not played-out yet, here. I used to shop there for housewares and weird stuff whenever I was out of town in an area that has one.)
I saw the LJ person who works there, but she looked a little unhappy, and I didn't want to give her a hard time, so I didn't talk to her. ("Hi, you're on LJ, right? The FRUITS community?"... etc.) She is more pierced than me. She looks pretty fierce but most of the other employees are so clean-cut. Yawn to the Abercrombie kids.
This would have been the point at which it would have been wise to GO HOME, but nooooo. Never.
Went to Express and wanted to cry because they had this gorgeous blue flowered silk kimono shirt I wanted to try on, but when I found it in the store they only had 4 left and the largest was a 7/8. That's just cruel!
Random errands to pick up one thing here and another there led me inexorably to Anthropologie, where I actually found a shirt that I liked and that would fit over my tits. (don't fucking get me fucking started. if it fits it's a sack. I'm looking for darts in all the wrong places.) I had never been in one of their stores before and... hm. They had sweaters I liked, I suppose. Their niche is a little scattershot, though, as far as clothing goes - not sure whether they want to be hip or preppy. I think their target market is probably Women Who Feel Too Young To Shop At Chico's. (They do not have a picture of the shirt I did buy, but if you want to see a shirt I loved and didn't think would look good on me, check out THIS LINK. *sob* I also liked THIS SWEATER a lot, but I was not really in the market for $90 worth of sweater today. The shirt I bought was under $50, and even that... I had second and third thoughts about spending. I was similarly glad that this (really cool) SKIRT didn't fit me, because it was over $100. Black, darling.)
I saw Sophie Dahl's new book there; it's an urban fairytale romance with cute illustrations. That tall drink of water can tell me stories anyyyyyytime! (note to self - premiere Sophie icon you made a couple of months back.) At any rate, eventually I escaped.
Wound up in the realm of J.Jill, who have mastered the art of making stuff look nice in the catalogue, much nicer than in person. So glad that the long velvet skirt I almost bought there this past fall had been sold out, because I tried it on tonight in another color, and it added about 30 lbs to my weight. Blah. No good colors, no good styles, terrible sexist music. Like a hippie Talbot's. I'm totally cured.
Went to the Apple store where my mom suddenly decided that I really needed a LEARN JAPANESE NOW! program - OK, mom! - and where she found the software of her dreams, Bejeweled/Alchemy for Mac. I swear, I will never see the woman again. However, and this is very important and you must help me hold her to it, she very nearly bought a new PowerBook or iBook tonight, and offered to buy it for me if I would give her my computer; then when I said I could not give up my computer, she declared that she will buy me a laptop computer when the house is sold. So remember! I get a laptop! When the house is sold! LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP. (I'll probably get a Dell or a Sony or something though.)
Went to Bath & Body Works, which is a new concept store where they carry some other products (Burt's Bees, Davies Gate, etc) and place a greater emphasis on their own aromatherapy and spa products. So it was much nicer than the average B&BW. I was in there on one of the Tiny Errands, to pick up antibacterial handgoop for the car. I liked their new Vetyver scent, so you might also. I got FUN antibacterial handMOUSSE in a "White Tea Ginger" scent. The Orange Ginger aromatherapy stuff is lovely too.
Then my feet fucking fell off and I had to leave and go home.
I feel bad because I was supposed to see N. sometime this week and I haven't had the chance yet; wanted to today, but the car situation wouldn't have worked out, and the past few days I hadn't been feeling well enough and the weather was too nasty anyway. BUT SHE KNOWS MY PHONE NUMBER. (My phone is, this week, ringing "Pretty In Pink" rather than "99 Luftballoons".)
Tomorrow I'm going to Tampa to hang out with
katesterbp and sometime this weekend I'm going to go to the Winter Park Art Fest, but for now I think I will just sleep.
**I basically just really hate belts. I have THREE of them. One is the pyramid-stud standard-issue black leather punk belt. Another is plain black leather with a silver buckle. The last is a heavy silver chain belt too complicated to describe. I do not understand the concept of Having A Wardrobe Of Belts As Stylish Accessories; for me they are functional objects. Belts are to hold up pants. They do bad things visually, cutting outfits in half, interfering with lovely vertical lines to emphasize the horizontal. You control the vertical. Here endeth the lesson.
I woke up earlyish today, well-rested. Sat around watching war coverage for a while, then threw clothes on and hit the road. Went to the yarn shop that I've been wanting to visit for a while now - anyone really interested in that will check out the knitting blog, right? right. I got yarn, some on clearance and some not.
Then hit the Mall At Milennia, which is this new - OK, recent - thing in Orlando that we hadn't visited yet. A pretentious, stage-directed temple of commerce. But quite pretty, if you can take a sense of irony in falling into the architects' and designers' sense of PRESENTATION. I mean, they call the food court the ORANGERIE, for crying out loud!
So, I shopped here and there. The weirdest Urban Outfitters ever - very bright and happy, with tiny, tiny shirts. Found the Yoshitomo Nara shirts that I wanted, and on clearance, too, but painfully small on me, so I passed them up. Instead, a copy of We're Desperate (California punk scene photography from 1978-80), a little tub of Parfumeria Gal currant lip balm (since I am so fond of the peach I bought a while ago), a little hair wrap. Right now they are full of (NOT)artfully chopped-up dresses made from old sweatshirts, belts made of old ties (which wasn't even interesting in like 1990 when Sassy was doing it)**, striped polos, and STILL those execrable "rub my tummy for luck" shirts, which make me really fucking uncomfortable. i am careful about what i buy there when I buy things. (and yo, even if you're over it, recall: this is the first UO there has ever been in Orlando, and it's only been there for a few months. it's not played-out yet, here. I used to shop there for housewares and weird stuff whenever I was out of town in an area that has one.)
I saw the LJ person who works there, but she looked a little unhappy, and I didn't want to give her a hard time, so I didn't talk to her. ("Hi, you're on LJ, right? The FRUITS community?"... etc.) She is more pierced than me. She looks pretty fierce but most of the other employees are so clean-cut. Yawn to the Abercrombie kids.
This would have been the point at which it would have been wise to GO HOME, but nooooo. Never.
Went to Express and wanted to cry because they had this gorgeous blue flowered silk kimono shirt I wanted to try on, but when I found it in the store they only had 4 left and the largest was a 7/8. That's just cruel!
Random errands to pick up one thing here and another there led me inexorably to Anthropologie, where I actually found a shirt that I liked and that would fit over my tits. (don't fucking get me fucking started. if it fits it's a sack. I'm looking for darts in all the wrong places.) I had never been in one of their stores before and... hm. They had sweaters I liked, I suppose. Their niche is a little scattershot, though, as far as clothing goes - not sure whether they want to be hip or preppy. I think their target market is probably Women Who Feel Too Young To Shop At Chico's. (They do not have a picture of the shirt I did buy, but if you want to see a shirt I loved and didn't think would look good on me, check out THIS LINK. *sob* I also liked THIS SWEATER a lot, but I was not really in the market for $90 worth of sweater today. The shirt I bought was under $50, and even that... I had second and third thoughts about spending. I was similarly glad that this (really cool) SKIRT didn't fit me, because it was over $100. Black, darling.)
I saw Sophie Dahl's new book there; it's an urban fairytale romance with cute illustrations. That tall drink of water can tell me stories anyyyyyytime! (note to self - premiere Sophie icon you made a couple of months back.) At any rate, eventually I escaped.
Wound up in the realm of J.Jill, who have mastered the art of making stuff look nice in the catalogue, much nicer than in person. So glad that the long velvet skirt I almost bought there this past fall had been sold out, because I tried it on tonight in another color, and it added about 30 lbs to my weight. Blah. No good colors, no good styles, terrible sexist music. Like a hippie Talbot's. I'm totally cured.
Went to the Apple store where my mom suddenly decided that I really needed a LEARN JAPANESE NOW! program - OK, mom! - and where she found the software of her dreams, Bejeweled/Alchemy for Mac. I swear, I will never see the woman again. However, and this is very important and you must help me hold her to it, she very nearly bought a new PowerBook or iBook tonight, and offered to buy it for me if I would give her my computer; then when I said I could not give up my computer, she declared that she will buy me a laptop computer when the house is sold. So remember! I get a laptop! When the house is sold! LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP. (I'll probably get a Dell or a Sony or something though.)
Went to Bath & Body Works, which is a new concept store where they carry some other products (Burt's Bees, Davies Gate, etc) and place a greater emphasis on their own aromatherapy and spa products. So it was much nicer than the average B&BW. I was in there on one of the Tiny Errands, to pick up antibacterial handgoop for the car. I liked their new Vetyver scent, so you might also. I got FUN antibacterial handMOUSSE in a "White Tea Ginger" scent. The Orange Ginger aromatherapy stuff is lovely too.
Then my feet fucking fell off and I had to leave and go home.
I feel bad because I was supposed to see N. sometime this week and I haven't had the chance yet; wanted to today, but the car situation wouldn't have worked out, and the past few days I hadn't been feeling well enough and the weather was too nasty anyway. BUT SHE KNOWS MY PHONE NUMBER. (My phone is, this week, ringing "Pretty In Pink" rather than "99 Luftballoons".)
Tomorrow I'm going to Tampa to hang out with
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**I basically just really hate belts. I have THREE of them. One is the pyramid-stud standard-issue black leather punk belt. Another is plain black leather with a silver buckle. The last is a heavy silver chain belt too complicated to describe. I do not understand the concept of Having A Wardrobe Of Belts As Stylish Accessories; for me they are functional objects. Belts are to hold up pants. They do bad things visually, cutting outfits in half, interfering with lovely vertical lines to emphasize the horizontal. You control the vertical. Here endeth the lesson.