My mom called at the shop this afternoon, and asked about my day. “Mmm, okay. It’s kind of slow,” I replied. “Good,” she said, “you need a little break to catch your breath!” She’s totally right, as per usual. But why didn’t I think of that?
Chad and I are both guilty of catching ants-in-the-pants when our plates aren’t as full as we’d like them to be. And after the crazy shuffle of the holidays, our perception of busy gets a little distorted. With volume nearly doubled on some business days in December, we have to reset our expectations to what’s “normal” come January. Sometimes this takes a little while. Hopefully we’ll figure it out in time to enjoy some downtime before Valentine’s Day; which ohmigosh, is just five weeks away.
Remember the polka-dot skinnies I made with Anne a while ago? When we went to Wally World to find cheap black jeans I could paint all over without fear or regret, we also found a display full of L.E.I. knit pants in an assortment of really great colors for — ready for it? — $13.00 a pair. They call them “jeans,” but there’s really nothing jean-like about them; they’re more of a thin stretch twill that fit like a jegging. I worried a little that the color would wash out in the first spin cycle, but they’re impressively colorfast! And super comfy. I wear them more than I ever expected I would, so my cost-per-wear is probably somewhere around a buck by now and these babies still have a lot of mileage left. Thirteen bucks well spent.
Does anyone else remember rocking L.E.I.’s through middle school? Is it weird that I felt a little nostalgic standing under the bad super-center-florescent-lighting, holding up a pair and remembering all the ways I wore my super flares back in the day? Which my mom paid way more than $13 for, as I recall. I imagine this is how kids of the 80′s felt when Walmart started selling O.P.
Sidebar: A special thanks to all you little magic healers for your great home-remedy advice on recuperating from a cold last Monday! I walked through the grocery store on Tuesday with my phone in one hand and a tissue in the other, reading through your suggestions and tossing nearly every one of them into my basket. I’m happy to report that with your help, I’m on the mend and almost back to 100%. My immune system — and my husband and staff who had deal with me through aches and pains and fever-induced mood swings — thank you!
Well, I’ve spent the entire amount of time I allotted for writing this post reading Suri’s Burn Book, so uh… there’s that. Add to that an empty stomach that’s yet to have lunch (or breakfast, for that matter) and my brain is pretty much mushy-mush.
So um, this is what I wore today.
And that, my friends, is all I’ve got.
* It took at least three minutes of brain-dead staring at the screen to come up with that award winning post title… Today is Tuesday, right?
When I got to the shop this morning, C and I headed straight outside to snap blog shots. This is for two reasons: (1) My makeup hasn’t had a chance to fall off my face and my clothes are still freshly pressed, and (2) Every time we say, “we’ll get to that later,” it never happens.
As we walked outside and C spied my feet, he laughed and shook his head. Boots. In a lame attempt to defend my less-than-practical footwear choice, I said, “It’s kind of chilly today, right?” To which he quickly replied, “Nope. Not even a little bit.”
I mean, he’s right; while we’ve had some relief from the stifling heat, 77 degrees isn’t exactly brisk. but it’s almost October and I’ve been staring at these — and other — new cool-weather kicks in my closet for weeks now and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
So until the thermometer starts to drop for real, we can just pretend. Besides, that’s what central air conditioning is for. By next week, I’ll be in scarves.