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in love with every one of these, but particularly To the Tune. please inform Santa. thank you.

thrilled that leg-shaving season is officially over. farewell, generic pink disposables rusting in the bottom of the bathroom closet! until April, then!*

a Costco slut®. 3 visits per week and you get a little commemorative badge. i’ll be picking mine up tuesday.**

finding this place so helpful: Unclutterer

mighty old. because not only are the actual Oldies sounding really good to me lately, today in urban outfitters i saw a royal blue vinyl purse, a purple plaid cotton blouse with sparkly threads running through it and red scrunchy ankle boots i SWEAR i threw out or gave away in 1985.

glad the kids finally ate the last of the halloween goodies, because discovering those little shreds of candy wrapper everywhere in the house was starting to push me right over the edge. and by edge, i mean the precipice the tiny lego pieces long ago brought me far nearer than i’d like to be.

still in love with Kelly Clarkson.

a sucker for Anthropologie. they know how to push all of my buttons, with their wee beady eyes fake-vintage frippery and panoply of deliciously pseudo-aged and interestingly devised wonders displayed so perfectly imperfectly. and the clothes. o the clothes. i try to stay away. i really do. but there was a sweater there today - he was navy and cinched in the waist and on CLEARANCE and covered with little multicolored edelweiss flowers and he wanted to come home with me so very much. so i let him. and yes, we still need a new transmission for the car, why do you ask?

tired but happy to have spent the day with a young energetic girlfriend who patiently listens and yea even giggles at my old fart-ramblings-on about all the wacky 80’s stuff at urban outfitters and makes fun of people at Starbucks with me and drives me around in her cool car in the sunshine and gets the same buzz as me in anthropologie and who lets me blame her when i tell the husband i bought new stuff and he gives me the “but we need a new transmission for the car” stink eye.

sitting here in a pair of jeans i patched myself. YES THAT IS RIGHT I USED THE SEWING MACHINE AND LIVED TO TELL IT. ALSO, AND THIS WILL BLOW YOUR MIND working on a skirt and pants-for-loungingness (me) and a dress and jammies (daughter) and some of those pencil rolls people have been making since blogging began but that somehow i have never gotten around to attempting. imagine that. they’re to be party favors for the big 7th birthday we’re hosting here next friday evening, and i’m sure to have them finished by thursday night. *shifty eyes*

pretty sure you know who this guy is:

glad you are still here.

*minus requisite leg-baring interlude for New Year’s Eve.

**we only have one car and i still manage this.