Saturn returned to bite me in the ass.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
OMG
Before I post anything about how incredible my first week of work was, how excited I am for it, and how downright exhausting and difficult it is to go from la-di-dah freelancing, volunteering, and being unemployed to working 9-5, I have to just tell you about the thing I am currently obsessed with.
As you may have culled from my tweets and blags, I watch(ed?) a lot of The Today Show. Especially when un/partially employed. And once a week, this woman Jill comes on and does some Steals & Deals segment. It is usually like, eh handbags and scarves and some questionable jewelry or paper goods… nothing I ever feel like I really need or want. But one day, there was a philosophy deal. Y’all know philosophy, they make like, bath and body products that are lovely. so for $43, including shipping, I got all of this stuff (it just arrived):
I just looked up all the prices of these things on Sephora.com and philosophy.com:
Hope in a Tube: $33
Hope in a Jar: $19 (this one is 1oz, smallest sold is 2oz for $38)
Kiss Me: $10
Hands of Hope: $10
The Gingerbread Girl (shampoo/wash/bubble bath): $16
The Gingerbread Girl (body lotion): $16
Purity facewash, my most favorite product in the world: $20
TOTAL: $124
How much it cost me thanks to The Today Show: $43.70
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Now. Would I have purchased more than just the $20 facewash, ever? Probably. I have been using Sephora samples of their eye creams for weeks, and I’m always looking for a lip thing that moisturizes and has a little color but isn’t gloppy. And I’ve always gotta pick up body wash at some point. Point is, I am thrilled. I am stocked for the foreseeable future in terms of face (one 8oz bottle of purity lasts me about 6mo) and body products, it’s all stuff I am happy to use. Hooray, a bargain!
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Plus a two dress, one sweater, one tights Modcloth order. SHH.
NOW I’M DONE.
Important Update
OMG, you say, I am still totes not going to spend $35ish on that DivaCup thing that you won’t shut up about.
Well guess what, cheap sisters? Gebhart has alerted me to this Amazon seller, where you can get it for $26.50 and free shipping.
That’s like, the price of one jumbo multibox of top-brand tampons as purchased at a deli in New York City.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
GOODNESS GRACIOUS
Sweet lord jesus, do I want these shoes. I mean. They are easily the most fabulous pair of shoes ever invented. That is obvious.
I just tried to join Pinterest JUST so I could have a place to keep a picture of these shoes, but it isn’t loading, so reblog it is. Sweet lord, these shoes.
(Source: yo-conozco)
Things I Did Not Buy Futt For Her Birthday (Which Is Tomorrow), So You Still Can!
Futt likes pop culture and wine, so you should get her this!
Futt likes Harry Potter, being Jewish, and reading, so you should get her this!
Futt likes purple and cooking, so you should get her this!
Futt likes coffee and her “cousin” Max, so you should get her this!
Futt likes cats and being warm in her sleep, so you should get her this!
AM I FULL OF GREAT IDEAS OR WHAT? Do not say What.
Why Is The Solution Always Shoes?
I’m (currently) out of shape and have no core strength to speak of. I have (always had) terrible posture and flat feet. My once-in-a-blue-moon chiropractor encounters always involve them pointing out such gems as the fact that my right shoulder sits an inch or two higher than my left, that my inflexibility is staggering, and that my back is a tight, disastrous mess. Clearly, I am busted. And now it’s to the point where I FEEL busted when I walk around the city—every few heel strikes send pain up to my back and hip, and I lie in bed at night and feel my hip flexors tightening into knots.
I need to be building core strength, stretching, doing yoga, regularly getting adjusted, maybe seeing an accupuncturist. But it should come as no surprise that instead, I just keep buying shoes that I think might make the walking feel less damaging. So yesterday, I bought these:
Yep. They are Crocs. They are purple and pink leopard print Crocs. And I so far totally love them, and I walked 20 blocks in them yesterday and felt delightful.
Now I am going to put on some clothes and go do a yoga class, because writing all of that up there seriously makes me think WHOA, YOU ARE BUSTED, GET OUT OF BED.
Commerce and Language
In a Gchat with Marisa, I just referenced something I learned in “the vag aisle” of the Duane Reade. And she didn’t even blink! I coined an awesome phrase! Fuck “feminine hygiene” and “women’s health,” that’s the goddamn vag aisle.
OR if you are into portmanteaux and not afraid of the word vagina, you could call it the VAGAISLE. Which I like even more.
