It's a good thing I don't blog for my health... The thing about having become so sporadic about my blog posting is that so many events build up between the times I take to write here that by the time I make an effort to sit down and type something out, it just seems too overwhelming and I don't know where to start. Then, before I know what's happened, I'm simultaneously watching television, playing Shanghai Dynasty on Facebook, and perusing realtor.com. And nary a blog is posted. So, what say you we alleviate some of this boring wordy wordness with some PICTURES! As Alice says, "What is the use of a book without pictures?" Particularly if it's a picture book.
That rather neatly segues me into my first topic, which is Halloween. I'm going to be mighty sad if I move to Charleston and don't manage to find a group of friends who will get dressed up and get a little crazy with me every October 31st. However, for now I'll be enjoying my last Halloween with this group of friends dressed as Alice in Wonderland. And how perfect is this Alice dress?
Now, the trick is convincing Colby to dress up as The Mad Hatter. Come on, how cute would we be?? After purchasing this dress, I promised myself that I just needed one more thing to complete my fall/winter wardrobe before cutting myself off completely from shopping once more. That thing? The perfect brown boots. Now, do I already have a fabulous pair of brown boots? Well... yes. But these brown boots are COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! Here's a visual. Old brown boots:
(Fact that this is a terrible picture acknowledged, but it's the best I could do on short notice)
New brown boots:
They have it all. Gorgeous color. Feminine heel. Interesting details. And most importantly... comfort. In my search for these elusive perfect boots, I entered the hallowed halls of Neiman Marcus. Let me tell you, if you ever want to feel poor, inadequate, and slightly ashamed of your outfit, treat yourself to 15 minutes in Neiman Marcus. Despite my temporary bout of insecurity, I did feel a little as though I had died and gone to fashion heaven. I was literally surrounded by labels... Chanel, Marc Jacobs, Diane von Furstenburg, Manolo, Michael Kors, Catherine Malandrino... it was thrilling. And heartbreaking. I tried on this adorable Nanette Lepore dress and these gorgeous Louboutins, and I'm not kidding when I tell you that I teared up ever so slightly when I had a seriously think about our checking account.
And I've never been accused of having excessively high levels of self-confidence, but for reals y'all, that dress looks SO much cuter on me than it does on the model. Anyway, the Neiman Marcus effect came into play with the boot purchase in that after having the strength of will to say no to $1500 worth of merchandise at Neiman's, dropping $250 measly bucks at that rat-hole Nordstrom suddenly seemed like a pittance. I suddenly have a whole new sympathy for shopping addicts.
Um, and seriously, this blog post was supposed to be about so much more than shopping, and yet, that's what it has turned into. I cannot be held responsible. I'm sitting here looking at those heavenly purple shoes and my brain has completely turned to mush... This must be how men feel when women with extraordinary breasts are within view.
