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White Shoes and Hungry Eyes

If you google “white shoes before Memorial Day” you will find thousands of articles arguing about the old rule. Here is another opinion on the subject: it is a dated rule and I have no plans to adhere to it. However, there is also some agreement that southern girls tend to pay more attention to these rules than their Yankee friends to the north. That being said, this Yankee is traveling south of the Mason-Dixon line tomorrow and is wearing cream-colored patent leather heels. BE AFRAID fashion Nazis. My outfit will offend.

Yesterday, my friend (who is starting a styling business on the side of her full-time job) took me shopping. She was my fashion coach and my stylist for the evening. The marathon shopping session–this is happening a lot lately–was fantastically successful. Budget win. Style win. Happy win. My own fashion “rules” were challenged. She photographed each outfit for review and honest critique. When she gets everything up and running, I will give you her link. You should hire her as soon as possible. Your wardrobe will thank you.

Another sneak peak. Don't be afraid.

Another sneak peek. Don't be afraid.

In other news, I am afraid for my life. We ran out of cat food this morning. They are bitching, moaning, baring their teeth, and stalking me. I have to protect my ankles until Justin returns from the store with proper kitty breakfast.

In other news, I am afraid for my life. We ran out of cat food this morning. They are bitching, moaning, baring their teeth, and stalking me. I have to protect my ankles until Justin returns from the store with proper kitty breakfast.

Getting Rid of Stuff

Throwing stuff out, cleaning out closets, and donating old clothes are one of my favorite household activities. It is also a very Spring thing to do. I am quite the opposite of a pack-rat, and do not like becoming crowded with stuff. One of my top anxieties about having kids some day is all the STUFF that goes with it. This is most apparent to me in airports. I see families trying to keep track of about 17 pieces of luggage and a car seat and trying to remove tiny shoes for the metal detectors…it makes my heart pound…Anyway, if you are attached to old “stuff,” I will gladly come over and tell you 10 reasons to move on. I will even help you get over things you are keeping because you have major guilt every time you even think about getting rid of it. It is JUST STUFF. Other people actually need it. You likely don’t. I promise you won’t miss it and you will have more room to breathe.

That being said, I got rid of some things from our closet this weekend, and I couldn’t be happier about. If you want them, they are available to you at Brown Elephant on Clark at a very low price. Let it be known that I have NEVER missed anything that was donated. Ever. Especially when they are my husband’s old clothes.

*Insert giddy crazy-lady laugh.*

*Insert image of crazy-bag-lady running along Ashland with a bag of faded relaxed fit jeans from the late 90′s.*

Justin has a new wardrobe–thanks to a successful–but exhausting trip to State Street. He was thrilled to discover that Nordstrom Rack, H&M, Macy’s, and TJ Maxx are located on the same block. We have never shopped like that, and probably won’t again for awhile. He will be looking good until he has to wear suits to work…which I don’t envy. He is actually OK with that idea, which is reason #459385725 that he has found his perfect career. If I had to wear suits to work, I might just wither up and die. I like to dress nicely for work, but could wear–and have worn–cat slippers and a blanket to the office and no one bats an eyelash. I think there are some companies where PANTYHOSE is required?!? Ugh.

After the wardrobe overhaul on Friday, we decided that on Saturday we would head up to Evanston via the 10 minute ride on the Metra. Evanston has a pretty nice downtown area, and I much prefer going up there to see a movie than traveling into the Loop to fight the tourists. Don’t think this means we are in love with the suburbs and will be packing up our apt to head north anytime soon. I’m just saying that Evanston is a nice surprise as far as suburbs go. Yeah, I like a suburb. There, I said it. The day was sunny and consisted of wonderful things like bread-bowl soup, travel books about Italy, 3-d movie going, pet stores, wood oven fired pizza, and perfect train timing.

Here are the weekend photo updates:

These are Justin's Legs. Yeah those are dark-wash jeans that aren't dragging on the ground. And Cole Haans! I <3 Nordstrom Rack.

These really are Justin's legs. Yeah those are dark-wash jeans that aren't dragging on the ground. And Cole Haans! I <3 Nordstrom Rack.

The suburbs can have a nice texture to them. Chicago can't hog it all.

The suburbs can have a nice texture to them. Chicago can't hog it all.

Well hello there. This little man was in the pet shop window across from Union Pizzeria. We call him chicken turtle. Watch the video below with the sound to learn why.

Well hello there. This little man was in the pet shop window across from Union Pizzeria. We call him chicken turtle. Watch the video below with the sound to learn why.

Turtle Wants Tomato.

Awww. They look like they might be good pets. Um, I had a couple as a kid and they don't do a lot. My Flopsy bunny died on Easter morning. There you have it.

Awww. They look like they might be good pets, don't they? Um, I had a couple as a kid and they don't do a whole lot. My Flopsy bunny died on Easter morning. There you have it.

Union Pizzeria has high ceilings, large windows and interesting lighting. But the PIZZA...

Union Pizzeria has high ceilings, large windows and interesting lighting. But the PIZZA...

..the pizza is to die for.

..the pizza is to die for.

One of the best parts of the weekend. Justin pointed these out to me. Which means he has been paying a lot of attention to what makes me happy. <3

One of the best parts of the weekend. Justin pointed these out to me. Which means he has been paying a lot of attention to what makes me happy. <3

Things I Need to Get Over

I am the way I am because I was raised well. Thanks, Mom. But no thanks to the inherited buyer’s remorse. This is something I’m trying to overcome. Sometimes the guilt about a purchase is so bad that I will take the items back because I can’t handle it. This is getting better, but I still have to defend my purchase to myself with a well organized argument including no less than three indisputable facts that support the purchase.

Often, I will be standing in the living room showing off my new things to Justin, defending each item before even pulling it out of the shopping bag to show off the cuteness of the new shoe/skirt/accessory. Justin doesn’t have this buyer’s remorse problem. He also doesn’t see why I am defending the purchases to him. My husband doesn’t care if I come home with new things. He doesn’t lecture me on shoe purchases. He is never the reason for the returns. He always has the proper reaction to my treasures from a shopping adventure. He knows me and my buyers remorse struggle very well, and has never furthered this guilt in any way. Reason #4545748392 that he is my better half.

This being said, I bought new shoes!

  • Reason 1: I have had the same pair of (wonderful) beaten up loafers for two years. I wear them everyday unless it is warm enough to wear the cute green flats or sandals.
  • Reason 2: I never buy new shoes. When I do it is a struggle not to get them at Payless or TJ Maxx. Payless is not good for the feet and they tend not to be made well. Duh. You get what you pay for.
  • Reason 3: I am a women in her mid-twenties that wears salt-eaten shoes to work nearly everyday. Why? They are comfortable. I also tend to wear shoes until they are worn out. But that is seriously ridiculous. Especially when I can actually afford to get new ones more than every 2 years. And maybe even have a choice between more than one shoe.
They really are the best pair. I will probably still wear them. Rockport makes good stuff.

They really are the best pair. I will probably still wear them. Rockport makes good stuff.

Stacy and Clinton would slap me.

Stacy and Clinton would slap me.

Oh my god, shoes.

Oh my god, shoes.

These shoes rule.

These shoes rule.

The bargain of the bunch. Some italian designer. I won't share the sale price I got them for, but they were originally 400 bucks. They feel that good on the foot. Payless weeps.

The bargain of the bunch. Some italian designer. I won't share the sale price I got them for, but they were originally 400 bucks. They feel that good on the foot. Payless weeps.

New loafers! I love these because the inside feels like butter. We all know I am a big fan of butter.

New loafers! I love these because the inside feels like butter. We all know I am a big fan of butter.

The Day Off

There is a lot happening in this post, so if you are here for the pretty stuff…just scroll.

The Day Off:

Splendid! I did a extraordinary job of enjoying myself all day long. Even though it was cold, the sun was out in a crispy blue sky, which means my mood was at least 40% better than it would have been on a cloudy day.

I did get up early as planned. While the coffee was brewing, Peapod delivered my groceries at 6:20 am. I had spent a whole 5 minutes grocery shopping online the night before. You should try it if you live in Chicago. I will rave about it at length if you want to talk about it in person.

Before Justin left for school with his packed lunch (that would be lost on the Metra within the hour :( ) he read my post from last night as usual. No grammar/spelling mistakes were noted. So I am guessing it was just too early to spot them rather than the post actually being written properly.

I left the house at 9. Camera in tow. Parka as well. It wasn’t too bad out if you stayed on the sunny side of the street. As I enjoyed this sunny street thing, I quickly realized that nothing was going to open until 11. Most of the people I passed this morning before the shops were open were weirdos or dog walkers. Or both. I decided to cut over to the residential Richy McRicherson part of Andersonville and just wander around for awhile. It really is a fantastic place to live if you have the money to be there. A little nest of nice in the middle of a busy city. Most of the houses and yards are gorgeous, with the exception of the exceptionally bright blue one. I have included that for your viewing pleasure/confusion.

Cold/Red/Snot face was threatening to settle in, so I hopped back over to Clark and into the Taste of Heaven restaurant across from the Brown Elephant resale store. I ate the world’s best cherry scone as I waited. Please go eat it. No butter is needed. If you don’t like cherries, the woman who served it to me also recommended the blackberry. There are about 6 other flavors as well. If you are there after noon, eat the Jeanine cake. I actually would have eaten it this morning, but it wasn’t an option yet. Madness.

I sat at the sunny counter, eating my cherry scone companion and sipping a perfectly crafted latte. Watched the weirdos and dogs go by. When I started to spot normal neighborhood people and some children, I realized that the shops were now open.  I went from Brown Elephant, then to Brownstone Antiques, across to Women and Children’s Bookstore, and then Foursided and Marguerite gardens.

Curiosities were plenty, cats in store windows were adorable, and treasures were gathered. No one got mad at me for photographing anything, and the sun kept me warm. Flowers were bought along with a milk glass pedestal bowl, a flashcard with 6 rabbits on it, a tiny squirrel figurine (50 cents!), a bud vase, large quantities of potent catnip, a book about vampires (Ann Rice instead of Stephanie Meyer…it was 50 cents!), and a cute cosmetic canister with gold stars on it. The four hour wandering of my neighborhood was a happiness success. I think the highlight of the adventure was the sign on the piano at the Brown Elephant that begged the idiot public to have sense before banging on the keys. The creepy award for the trip goes to the weird part taxidermy horse that was on sale for $800 at the Brownstone Antique store. I didn’t get a good angle because I was rushing to get away from it. So nasty.

At home, the cats were eager to get drunk on the catnip I had brought them. Porpus really went at it. She rolled in the sun and nip for sometime, while Schween stole remnants from the sidelines. She then batted at her own shadow while Porp passed out in the background. I also wanted to hang out in the sun, so I sat in a warm spot—sans catnip—and read about vampires. The rest of the afternoon involved a sun nap, orange soda, Jeopardy and brownies.

Curry brownies! Made like regular brownies from scratch, but with the addition of coconut and curry. Based on my favorite chocolate from Vosges. They turned out really well, but I would make a few changes next time. I will type up the recipe when it is perfected.

The evening ended with italian sausage soup with tortellini. My favorite. Justin’s picture of happiness for the day I am sure. Soup coma followed the meal. Souuuuup. mmmmmllllllaah. Seriously.

Here are the 48 pictures of happiness narrowed down from a about 457328549. Favorites are enlarged. Woot!

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Cherry Scone from Taste of Heaven.

Cherry Scone from Taste of Heaven.

PLEASE

PLEASE

Rarr. Foursided Dino in flashcards display.

Rarr. Foursided Dino in flashcards display.

Drunk kitteh

Drunk kitteh

<3

<3

Curry is in the foreground. Now in my belly.

Curry is in the foreground. Now in my belly.