retiring the label whore

Just for a while.

Me: I am, against my own will, returning this bag.
Juicy man: Why?
Me: I bought it as a gift [for myself] and decided to get [myself] something else.
Juicy man: Would you like to look around the store?
Me: No. But she would. (Points to accomplice)

Actually, though, parting with the messenger was not all that painful. For one thing, October or not, it was just too pink. The black, on the other hand, was beautiful - I felt more pangs not exchanging it for the black than I did returning it. For another, it was just too expensive. I would rather that $300 be a drop in the Silent Truck Fund bucket than hanging from my shoulder. Lastly, it was a pain in the ass to hit myself in the face with the flap every time I needed to get my keys. G'bye.

I did not completely give up my workbag, btw. I found at Macys a cute $60 replacement that is durable, better-designed (for my needs), and island-made. Voila. Pic? I know I took one ...

bye, sniff.

I tried in vain to justify owning a $295 canvas bag: "It's big enough for my laptop." (I don't have a laptop.) "It's big enough to carry my work around in." (I try as hard as I can to never bring my work home.) "It's October pink." (Already grasping at straws.)



So ... adieu, beautiful Juicy messenger. Post my replacement photo as soon as Blogger stops sucking.

pink mood

Soon-to-be-blogged: My own damage on this trip, including side notes on faux and real diamond rings, photos and rationale for the new pink bag, and my fiance's reaction to my plaid headband. I've decided I love the word fiance, by the way.

shine

'Kay, am not (yet) in possession of the Bandolinos (and will likely restrain myself even though the $69 seems paltry in light of other foot-bound purchases) but had to remind myself of this somewhat similar shoe that I love and have worn exactly once:

Just as my classroom is a hybrid of playground and workplace, this is an off-beat Mary Jane-goes-to the-office kind of shoe. As mentioned, it's been taken to the "workplace" exactly once, because its weirdness was too much for the kids.

"Your shoes are so shiny."
"Thank you. Please turn to page 165."
"Are they supposed to be that shiny?"
"They just are. Page 165, please."
"They're reflective."
"I hadn't noticed. Turn to page 165 now."
"My mom has shiny shoes. She doesn't get home from work till really late."

That did it. No more shiny shoes in the classroom. So, still looking for an opportunity (or, preferably, several opportunities) to wear them. In the meantime, I just take them out periodically and smile at my reflection.

a whole new meaning to goody two shoes*

Who does not love Bandolino, a brand that can create a shoe with Plymouth Rock flair and still make me waaaaaaaant it? This is a shoe you can put on your feet.


*You know, The Crucible?

and again i ask you, WHY?

This stupid $475 Taryn Rose pump is called "Fortune." How apropos. I could get the same aesthetic kick (actually a flatline if you ask me) from Payless for a twentieth of the cost.