Yes, in addition to other things, I am a materialistic hag. What's more, I'm going to bore you by blathering about my purchases, as if anybody cares. Ha! It's good to be the blogmistress.
New Year's Day I went down to see a friend, and we had lunch and hung out at the mall. I felt kinda bad cos he didn't really have any money, but I bought him lunch and a tank of gas and a carwash [he's had unbelievably bad luck this past year, including losing both his job and his apartment around Xmas], so hopefully he didn't feel too bad.
The thing is, though, I hadn't been shopping for a really long time, and I certainly hadn't prowled the mall stores like I did Thursday. So I did buy a whole bunch of stuff, but I made sure I didn't buy a bunch of crap I didn't need [I'm not exactly an oil baron myself]. I finally found Cunningham's Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner and its continuation, Living Wicca, both of which I highly recommend for anybody starting out in the Craft--or even anybody who's been in it a few years like me and just has some gaps in their knowledge that need filling in. B. Daltons had shitloads of LOTR books and even a mini Tarot deck, but you can't buy the whole store. The two Cunningham books are $10 and $13 respectively [paperback], so it's not like you're spending an assload on books.
Herberger's. Even if you're broke, if you need decent bras, go there. When you get up into sizes like mine [38DDD, thanks Depo!], you're gonna be shelling out major bucks for bras anyway, and you're either gonna have to get them out of a catalog or spend hours going from department store to department store hunting through all the racks looking for anything in your cup size. At that point, you'll take anything that fits the tits and stops the flops. And I usually do, and I've bought a lot of $10 and $12 bras. But I needed something that fit better than those DD's I have, and out of curiosity I went in and took a peek.
First of all, their clerks rule. She got down and bra-hunted with me to find stuff that would fit, and then she offered to order stuff out of the catalog and have it directly shipped to my address if they were out of a particular colour of a style I wanted. Second, since there must have been a sale going on, I got 5 bras that were about $25-30 apiece on the tags for $97. That seems like a lot to spend on foundation garments, but when I got them home, there was only 1 out of the 5 that didn't fit perfectly around my bust [way too short but a $1 bra extender fixed that right up], and every single one of them fit perfectly in the cups. The reason: the brands they carry. 2 of them were Bali, and the other 3 were Lilyette, which is made by Maidenform.
Ladies, these are the most comfortable underwire bras I have worn in my entire life. [I sprouted tits when I was 9, so I think I know just a tad about bras.] If you're big-chested and you get a Bali or Maidenform minimizer bra, it is like encasing your boobs in iron. Those motherfuckers DO. NOT. MOVE. And they're comfier and better-shaped than the cheaper brands of minimizer. There's actually room in the cup for a breast, so your boobs still look like boobs instead of like large pancakes. And the non-minimizers look and feel even better [though you do bounce more]. Verdict: Even if they'd been full price, for the service and the quality I got--Worth Every Penny. Moreover, I won't have to go bra shopping for the rest of the year! W00t!
They make a handheld roller thing with nubblies on it like a foot roller, only it's just got one roller on it. It's plastic and looks sorta like a cross between a pastry blender and a tiny studded rolling pin. I got one for $5 at a place called Icing, which is a spinoff of Claire's and has a lot of the same stuff [ooooh, sparkly jewelry]. If you can find them, they're perfect for massage and reflexology. Working your palms and soles with one will improve both your stress level and general organ function. If you can get a partner to do your back, it's heavenly. [Points to me for resisting buying a hair thingie at any of these stores. Believe me, it wasn't easy.]
Then there was some store we went in--you know the kind. It's got rude door signs, and posters about boobies and pot and beer [and one with Legolas--boioioing], and glitter lamps, and those weird ball lights with the electric thing that makes your hair stand up when you touch them, and Doors incense, and vibrators, and double-can-holder drinking hats, and dirty birthday cards--that kind of stuff. College kid stuff. They also had window decals, including a Happy Bunny one that says "Thank you for not making me kill you." Couldn't resist.
All in all, a fun day. Spent time with a friend, got some good stuff I needed, didn't spend too much considering what I bought, and got the hell out of Dipshitville for a while.
Ooh, I forgot about the Friday Five. I'll do another entry for that so as to avoid boring the FF people. :D
Happy New Year.
same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Perversion for the day: Demihuman species, e.g. elves and hobbits. [I'm still not sure about dwarves, they're pretty stubby.] Mmmmm, interspecies action...
Posted by Frida Peeple at January 3, 2004 03:21 AM