Nuclear Meltdown Alert

don't talk to me unless i talk to you.

seriously. just don't.

unless you are prepared for a barrage of some of the most disturbing and life-changing (yet profoundly eloquent, because i'm in graduate school after all) musings i've ever had.


(blog comments are still welcome.)

More Thoughts On Shopping

(god, i feel like a freak discussing this girly stuff on a regular basis! see <http://simran.nomadlife.org/2007/11/everything-thats-right-with-world.aspx>, <http://simran.nomadlife.org/2007/09/ring-of-truth.aspx>, and <http://simran.nomadlife.org/2007/06/i-am-shopping-fiend.aspx> for just a sampling of what i'm talking about.)

we all know that spending money is addictive, especially in new york, which seems to practically pull money out of one's wallet. just ask anyone who's indulged in serious retail therapy, like, ever. for me, this time, the wallet was precisely the issue: the zipper on my old faithful (read: boring) tri-fold black wallet broke last week.

so, the mission: to go out and get a new wallet which would allow me to carry change along with credit cards, cash, cvs coupons, business cards etc.

preemptive strikes: nothing tri-fold. nothing too thick. nothing in a non-basic colour.

and then guess what i found? a chartreuse-green faux croc bi-fold with a big silver g [for, yes, you got it, guess] on the buckle. definitely not black, but small, and super freaking awesome, and on sale, too.

pick@flick[r]: <http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlfish1303/2142927266>

No Freaking Fair

i leave boston and they get not one but two wagamama's??

ridiculous!

Love It!

gem from belle da costa greene, j. pierpont morgan's librarian and first director of the morgan library in nyc:

"Just because I am a librarian doesn't mean I have to dress like one."

some things never change!

i have already started working on my collection of blazers, cozy turtlenecks, and short skirts. i own both knee-high boots and mary janes. the librarian glasses are in place, and get regular lurrve from boys, academics, and random people on the street.

[now all that's left is the full-time job working for a manuscript-hungry bazillionaire with a vanity library building on the east side. yep, that would be the absolute perfect accessory ;-)]

Everything That's Right With The World

or, finding deals at old navy.

earlier today my darling roomie and i went shopping so that she could buy a winter coat and stop freezing [and denying she does] every time she walks to school or back.

well, old navy was having an outerwear sale, so that was our first stop. she picked out a pretty, mildly puffy black weatherproof zipup jacket with a fur-lined hood. as she posed in front of the mirror, i poked around the jeans section trying to find some nice flared jeans for myself (2 pairs of levi's just don't do it for a girl in a capitalist economy!)

here comes the first awesome part of the afternoon: i went to try on 2 pairs of size 4 diva/flirt jeans, but they were too loose! usually i'm against the ridiculous dropping of sizes in the world of retail just to make people feel thinner, but this time (after all the ice cream i've been consuming) it felt great.

anyway, i went back to the shelves, but couldn't find a pair of the jeans i wanted (diva flares, which are apparently rare and don't even feature on the ads) in size 2. so i asked a sales associate for help, and she found me a pair in my size in about 3 seconds (even though it was on a hanger that said size 16). so that was rocking, too.

part 3: i tried them on, and they fit perfectly.

the pièce de résistance: i was talking to sandy while i stood at the check-out line to pay for them, so didn't really pay attention to the cashier when she took my credit card and announced the price to me. but when i went up to the little electronic tablet to sign for them, i saw this under "total": $6.97. not the $34.50 i'd seen on the label and decided to ignore because i liked them so much. that's right, just under seven dollars. for a limited edition pair of jeans.

you should have seen me grin.

(the icing was that sandy managed to find herself a pair in her size, too. so now not only did we both get the deal of the century, but we can match as we show off our steals!)