I’ve been on OPI’s website, trying to find the color Patty used yesterday, to no avail. So then I tried to use my digital camera to take a picture, also to no freaking avail. Ugh. Just trust me — it’s a kick ass hot pink color. While I of course adore OPI’s I’m Not Really a Waitress on my toes, it’s just too….something to go on my nails regularly. Next time I go to see Patty I will probably have her start using the gold shimmery overlay again, like I did two Christmasses ago. That was so awesome and the polish lasted longer.
In other news, I’d planned to go to the craft store, which, for no forseeable reason, opened at 9 am today and will stay open for 85 hours straight. Instead, I’m still in PJs, blogging. I like my life.
On being a princess: I guess SOME people just don’t want to hear about the finer things in life :::dramatic sniff::: Talking with my buddy at work and another lady about shopping. I knew I was in choppy, dangerous waters talking with the other lady about ANYTHING that reeks of what things cost, but, WTF, I’m not scared. And my buddy would most likely back me up on any crazy-ass thing I say (which she did, to her immense, saint-like credit). Not mincing any words, my bras come from Nordstrom. Victoria’s Secret doesn’t cut it anymore because, with the last 40-50 pounds, I just don’t fit their stuff anymore. Nordie’s has the best return policy (no receipt needed!) so I feel pretty safe dropping some bucks on bras once in awhile.
Well, well, well…you’d think I divulged where I buy tiaras or something (eBay). I know I’m a total princess and I’m not afraid to be me — here I am, ya know? — but the rest of my wardrobe typically is from Target or Kohl’s. I can honestly say I’ve never even bothered to look at real clothes at Nordstrom — between the size and the heap of attitude, it’s not worth it.
I’ve been what I consider very poor in my life — in junior high school I had 4 tops and had to wear one of them twice a week (Brandy: remember the black and white top that someone gave me shit for wearing so much?). Combine that with being a total geek then (as now), hanging with the biggest geek/freak at Clyde T Fulton (who still kicks so much effing ass that it’s unbelievable), I fucking deserve a nice bra or 4 now. And you know what else? I have a very comfortable life now, but if Gene lost his job (or blessedly I manage to lose MINE), the days of pricey bras, cleaning ladies and nail techs would be the hell over. If I had an infant, a sick husband or an ill dog, everything would be totally different.
I’m going to go do something of value now.
Happy Thanksgiving (again!)