It was a good night for Oscar. I laughed, I cried, I saw Johnny wearing the teeth of Captail Jack Sparrow on the red carpet. Cate Blanchet was stunning in her butter yellow gown with maroon waiste scarf. And Natalie Portman appeared all grown up, wearing a mature couture piece to match her mature role in Sideways. Chris Rock did a fantastic job of "not" talking about politics, using the Gap and Banana Republic as a suiting metaphore for the catastropy that is the Bush administration. Of all audience members, Alan Alda wins the award for most enthusiastic. He appeared genuinely pleased for each and every nominee and winner and he was truly delighted "just to be nominated". And then there's Oprah. I became, once again, keenly aware of the power that is Oprah - with her front section seat and many mentions, despite her non-direct invovlement in film.
Oscar certanly had its weak points. Like, what was the deal with Beyonce? Beyonce wearing obnoxious green dress with matching eyeshadow singing with many young boys; Beyonce wearing too much gown, too much hair, too much makeup and a necklace that was the chandellier from the Phantom of the Opera, with cameo appearance by the phantom himself; Beyonce wearing sparkly blue mermaid gown singing next to that young hotty with mop-top hair and puppy-dog eyes. Far too much of Beyonce this evening. And I also give a big thumbs down to the unusual means of award delivery - from the stage to the isleway to the balcony. It didn't work for me.
And then there's the best part of the night: Clint Eastwood on the red carpet. He introduced Flat Stanley, who is part of a project for his daughter's school. My guess is that there's a real Stanley out there who is going to be pretty excited to find that Flat Stanley travelled to the Oscars. What a score!*
*if you don't understand the Flat Stanley thing, ask me or Spice. we'll fill you in.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
All Bets are On
I'm going to yoga tomorrow morning. There are a few options. All you bloggers out there are welcome to bet on what will happen. I promise to report on the truth by tomorrow afternoon. Happy betting!
1. J.Po will go to the 8:30am-9:45am class so that she can get it in before coffee.
2. J.Po will go to the 10:30am-11:45am class so that she can get some "other" exercise in before the yoga.
3. J.Po will go to the gym but yoga will not be in the mix. Instead, she will choose to spin her legs on a bike that is attached to a television - which will allow her to view the View ('it's the view -do-do-do it's the view').
3. J.Po will forgo the gym altogether because there are 12 more episodes of the 3rd season of the West Wing to be seen - and Josh is finally getting some action after admitting that he studied too much in school and missed all training in dating.
Next bet in the queue.... Who do you think will win American Idol based on the 24 performances that occurred over the last 2 days. (I think that woman with the fantastically frizzed-out hair who wore jeans and sang some sexy song. She's great!)
1. J.Po will go to the 8:30am-9:45am class so that she can get it in before coffee.
2. J.Po will go to the 10:30am-11:45am class so that she can get some "other" exercise in before the yoga.
3. J.Po will go to the gym but yoga will not be in the mix. Instead, she will choose to spin her legs on a bike that is attached to a television - which will allow her to view the View ('it's the view -do-do-do it's the view').
3. J.Po will forgo the gym altogether because there are 12 more episodes of the 3rd season of the West Wing to be seen - and Josh is finally getting some action after admitting that he studied too much in school and missed all training in dating.
Next bet in the queue.... Who do you think will win American Idol based on the 24 performances that occurred over the last 2 days. (I think that woman with the fantastically frizzed-out hair who wore jeans and sang some sexy song. She's great!)
Deals Deals Deals
The last thing I should be doing right now is shopping. No job, no current promise of a job, no desire to look for a job. But a few things make me feel okay about laying down a few bucks. First, the IRS owes me this year. Second, shopping is like meditation for me - and I need a little calm in my life right now. Third, I have a few rehearsal dinners headed my way and I would like to look spiffy. So this morning, I took a trip to the cit-ay and went to Ross and Marshalls. Little did I know how many bargains I would find. Here is the breakdown of the deal-ios.
Item, My Cost (Retail Cost)
T21 exercise pants, $16.00 ($198.00)
Tahari box pleat skirt, $3.49 ($200.00)
Joie army green sweater, $30.00 ($235.00)
Tahari sleeveless sweater, $10.00 ($158.00)
BCBG skirt and top set, $59.99 ($380.00)
For some reason, really really expensive clothing has recently been liquidated through bargain stores. Huh.
Item, My Cost (Retail Cost)
T21 exercise pants, $16.00 ($198.00)
Tahari box pleat skirt, $3.49 ($200.00)
Joie army green sweater, $30.00 ($235.00)
Tahari sleeveless sweater, $10.00 ($158.00)
BCBG skirt and top set, $59.99 ($380.00)
For some reason, really really expensive clothing has recently been liquidated through bargain stores. Huh.
Friday, February 18, 2005
...and the Slash'n'Burn begins....
I have spent the last 2 months ignoring the fact that we have 4 more years of craptastic leadership to look forward to. How much can really happen in 4 years? I think we learned the answer to that question during the last 4.
Today I started to dig into the meaning behind this thing I've been ignorning. Here you can find a list of proposed cuts to government-sponsored (mostly domestic) programs.
The cut that hit me hardest? Upward Bound. My mom volunteered for that program back in the day. It's another one of those programs established by democrats to give the impoverished hope of escaping the mad cycle of poverty. I guess it's more important to give tax breaks to the rich and increase funds to continue an unjustifiable and messy war.
Today I started to dig into the meaning behind this thing I've been ignorning. Here you can find a list of proposed cuts to government-sponsored (mostly domestic) programs.
The cut that hit me hardest? Upward Bound. My mom volunteered for that program back in the day. It's another one of those programs established by democrats to give the impoverished hope of escaping the mad cycle of poverty. I guess it's more important to give tax breaks to the rich and increase funds to continue an unjustifiable and messy war.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Mon Pied (My Fizzy)
My foot in a ballet slipper. People in the know say I have good feet. This should be enough to get me into the over-filled ballet class. But no. I must wait.
BUT MY FEET MUST DANCE!
And thanks to Spice....
"My fizzy in a ballet slippa. People in tha know say I hizzy good feet like a motha fucka. This should be enough ta git me into tha cracka ballet class . Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. But no and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow. I M-to-tha-izzust wait . Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin."
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Stuff and more Stuff
Todays post will not be centered around a particular theme. Instead, it will be a hodge-podge of things that must be noted for the general interest of my faithful readers. Then again, maybe the theme should be chaos since that was the theme of my week, of my workplace, and of my current state of mind.
1) Today in the mail, I received the winter 2004-2005 edition of the publication 'Ecu Link,' which is put out by the National Council of Churches USA. Now, how the hell did I get signed up for this publication containing articles taking positions that are completely opposite to my own? Perhaps they got a hold of the Planned Parenthood donors list and tried to infiltrate the growing pool of morally bankrupt, goddless liberals. One of the articles in this periodical begins, "Human beings are 'fearfully and wonderfully made' by God, according to the Bible. Our wondrous makeup includes the ability and drive to decode secrets of the created order through scientific inquiry and to apply discoveries in ways that have changed our enviroument and the way we live." You can imagine where it goes from there. All I need to say is that the word 'nanotechnology' gets used an awful lot.
2) Today during lunch with a new friend, conversation drifted to the oft-discussed topic of the Boy in the Bubble. I haven't thought about the Boy in the Bubble since I was about 9, when I learned what now strikes me as an inordinate amount of information about said Boy. It only occurred to me today that virtually everyone in the X Generation knew of Bubble Boy and his extremely tender immune system. A tragic story, really. But for some reason it makes me giggle that so many of us knew SO MUCH about the Boy. Where is he now? My lunch companion suspects he has passed. I will be investigating the story soon. Expect a blog about my findings.
3) The beginning adult ballet class I was hoping to join at the end of this month is full. There is a good chance that another class will be formed. There are currently 9 people on the non-class class list. I am number 9. If they get enough people to sign up, I can fulfill my lifelong dream. Therefore, if you know anyone in the greater San Francisco Bay Area who is over 18 and would like to learn ballet, send them to me or my blog and I will provide approporiate directives.
4) My apartment still smells like burnt toast.
5) I choose the same New Year's resolution every year and I always wander off path around February. The pattern continues. Two days this week, I failed to floss my teeth. Someone recommended that I try with a less ambitious goal and floss one or two teeth each day - build up over time to the whole set.
6) I will be jobless very very soon and I cannot wait. The fear will probably set in after about 1 week without work. But fear can be the first step toward very positive changes. I might find myself doing exactly what I want to do. 'Exactly what I want to do' changes for me all the time. Right now, I think I want to work for an organization like the Center for Science in the Public Interest. Anyone out there have connections?
7) The Oscars are fast approaching and I still have to see Million Dollar Baby, Ray, and Sideways. Though I can pretend all I like, Hotel Rwanda will never be up for Best Picture. How did it go unrecognized?
8) It's beginning to dawn on me that mine was not an average American childhood. Spice has stimulated this thinking with her recent blog about early evidence of dorkdom. Perhaps it was not 'average' that my parents to took me to several Peter, Paul and Mary concerts and that my dad allowed me to stay up beyond bedtime on Fridays to watch Wall Street Week (PBS).
1) Today in the mail, I received the winter 2004-2005 edition of the publication 'Ecu Link,' which is put out by the National Council of Churches USA. Now, how the hell did I get signed up for this publication containing articles taking positions that are completely opposite to my own? Perhaps they got a hold of the Planned Parenthood donors list and tried to infiltrate the growing pool of morally bankrupt, goddless liberals. One of the articles in this periodical begins, "Human beings are 'fearfully and wonderfully made' by God, according to the Bible. Our wondrous makeup includes the ability and drive to decode secrets of the created order through scientific inquiry and to apply discoveries in ways that have changed our enviroument and the way we live." You can imagine where it goes from there. All I need to say is that the word 'nanotechnology' gets used an awful lot.
2) Today during lunch with a new friend, conversation drifted to the oft-discussed topic of the Boy in the Bubble. I haven't thought about the Boy in the Bubble since I was about 9, when I learned what now strikes me as an inordinate amount of information about said Boy. It only occurred to me today that virtually everyone in the X Generation knew of Bubble Boy and his extremely tender immune system. A tragic story, really. But for some reason it makes me giggle that so many of us knew SO MUCH about the Boy. Where is he now? My lunch companion suspects he has passed. I will be investigating the story soon. Expect a blog about my findings.
3) The beginning adult ballet class I was hoping to join at the end of this month is full. There is a good chance that another class will be formed. There are currently 9 people on the non-class class list. I am number 9. If they get enough people to sign up, I can fulfill my lifelong dream. Therefore, if you know anyone in the greater San Francisco Bay Area who is over 18 and would like to learn ballet, send them to me or my blog and I will provide approporiate directives.
4) My apartment still smells like burnt toast.
5) I choose the same New Year's resolution every year and I always wander off path around February. The pattern continues. Two days this week, I failed to floss my teeth. Someone recommended that I try with a less ambitious goal and floss one or two teeth each day - build up over time to the whole set.
6) I will be jobless very very soon and I cannot wait. The fear will probably set in after about 1 week without work. But fear can be the first step toward very positive changes. I might find myself doing exactly what I want to do. 'Exactly what I want to do' changes for me all the time. Right now, I think I want to work for an organization like the Center for Science in the Public Interest. Anyone out there have connections?
7) The Oscars are fast approaching and I still have to see Million Dollar Baby, Ray, and Sideways. Though I can pretend all I like, Hotel Rwanda will never be up for Best Picture. How did it go unrecognized?
8) It's beginning to dawn on me that mine was not an average American childhood. Spice has stimulated this thinking with her recent blog about early evidence of dorkdom. Perhaps it was not 'average' that my parents to took me to several Peter, Paul and Mary concerts and that my dad allowed me to stay up beyond bedtime on Fridays to watch Wall Street Week (PBS).
Friday, February 11, 2005
Crazymakers: a definition
Crazymakers break deals and destroy schedules.
Crazymakers expect special treatment.
Crazymakers discount your reality.
Crazymakers spend your time and money.
Crazymakers triangulate those they deal with (set
people against each other)
Crazymakers are expert blamers.
Crazymakers hate schedules - except their own.
Crazymakers deny that they are crazymakers.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Monday, February 07, 2005
Face Reality
Saturday I went to my first memorial service for a victim of suicide. I haven't know the diceased for long - only during the last few painful months of her life. The service showed me the OTHER side - the woman who, when not under the burden of depression, squeezed every moment out of life and appreciated the immense beauty of the world around her. It was so good to get exposure to that dimension of her existence. I came away knowing that, despite the fear and horror and anger she felt at the time of her death, she lived a full life that included many times of great joy.
One moment in the service pissed me off to no end. During the "come up and say a few thoughts if you would like" part, some guy tried to convince us that her death was an accident. What about this makes you think accident?!?:
At 2 in the morning, she drove her wheelchair 5 miles from her residence to train tracks and put the chair in high gear as a train was approaching.
Face it - depression is a dreadfully dark and painful disease that, in this case, led to a dreadfully horrific end. Don't dishoner her by indicating that she didn't do it to herself. In the end, she finally took control of this thing that had control of her for so long.
I am sad and angry and hurt and horrified and concerned about the driver of that train and the family she left behind. The scene plays out over and over in my mind - and I wonder about the look on her face, the last things that went through her mind, the temperature in the air at the time of the incident, etc, etc. But when I cease asking questions and wondering why, I find some solace in the fact that she no longer feels the endless hurt and anxiety about having to get through every minute of her exhausting, dreadful, scarey, horrifyingly difficult, time-ticks-by-so-slowly-and-painfully day. She ended that struggle.
And she touched my life.
One moment in the service pissed me off to no end. During the "come up and say a few thoughts if you would like" part, some guy tried to convince us that her death was an accident. What about this makes you think accident?!?:
At 2 in the morning, she drove her wheelchair 5 miles from her residence to train tracks and put the chair in high gear as a train was approaching.
Face it - depression is a dreadfully dark and painful disease that, in this case, led to a dreadfully horrific end. Don't dishoner her by indicating that she didn't do it to herself. In the end, she finally took control of this thing that had control of her for so long.
I am sad and angry and hurt and horrified and concerned about the driver of that train and the family she left behind. The scene plays out over and over in my mind - and I wonder about the look on her face, the last things that went through her mind, the temperature in the air at the time of the incident, etc, etc. But when I cease asking questions and wondering why, I find some solace in the fact that she no longer feels the endless hurt and anxiety about having to get through every minute of her exhausting, dreadful, scarey, horrifyingly difficult, time-ticks-by-so-slowly-and-painfully day. She ended that struggle.
And she touched my life.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
I'm Seeing Red
Just a day after J.Bro wrote this blog, I found myself in an elevator. Yes it's true, J.Bro's post is related to my trip from floor 11 to ground. How, you ask? Well....
At the 5th floor, the elevator stopped and a smartly-dressed, tall, handsome man entered. After selecting his destination floor, he reached in his coat pocket and asked if I wanted to support the local firehouses. I enthusiastically said, "Sure!" Then he handed me a small cellophane bag containing one fire-engine red awareness bracelet that reads: 'City Hall Keep Our Firehouses Open.' I said to him, "I hear these bracelets are becoming very popular." (Stupid, but I was blinded by his cuteness and I oh-so-recently read J.Bro's post.) He responded, "Yes, and this is OUR cause." Then he exited the elevator and I took a deep god-he-was-hot-AND-he's-a-fireman breath. Whew.
At the 5th floor, the elevator stopped and a smartly-dressed, tall, handsome man entered. After selecting his destination floor, he reached in his coat pocket and asked if I wanted to support the local firehouses. I enthusiastically said, "Sure!" Then he handed me a small cellophane bag containing one fire-engine red awareness bracelet that reads: 'City Hall Keep Our Firehouses Open.' I said to him, "I hear these bracelets are becoming very popular." (Stupid, but I was blinded by his cuteness and I oh-so-recently read J.Bro's post.) He responded, "Yes, and this is OUR cause." Then he exited the elevator and I took a deep god-he-was-hot-AND-he's-a-fireman breath. Whew.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Long Incubation at Room Temperature
Last Tuesday before to work, I prepared a tupperware full of pasta for lunch. About 10 minutes after getting to work, I realized that I couldn't find said tupperware. I searched the obvious places in the office, couldn't find the pasta, and figured I left it at home.
But when I got home? Not there.
My mind was set a-flutter. Conspiracy theories were brewing. A container of pasta doesn't just disappear.... or does it? But who would conspire to steal.....pasta?!?!
And so my mad investigation commenced. I searched and searched and searched for that tupperware - considering anyone who might have a vendetta against me, asking 'where would I be if I were a tupperware', wondering if I'd eaten the pasta without knowing it, etc, etc, etc. But after 5 days, with the pasta still mysteriously missing, I decided to take it as a loss and move onto more important concerns (i.e. - thinking about Johnny Depp).
And then yesterday at work, while retrieving a file from the second drawer of my filing cabinet, I located my tupperware....still full of pasta. For some reason, when I was storing my lunch last Tuesday, my mind replaced 'refrigerator' with 'second drawer of filing cabinet'.
Am I losing my mind? Yes. But that's not the most disturbing part of this tale. This takes the cake: when I opened the tupperware to toss the pasta that was sitting for a week at room temperature, it smelled ... well .... fine! You'd think that 7 days without refrigeration would result in a stanktacular stankerrific stanky stank. Not so. Huh.
But when I got home? Not there.
My mind was set a-flutter. Conspiracy theories were brewing. A container of pasta doesn't just disappear.... or does it? But who would conspire to steal.....pasta?!?!
And so my mad investigation commenced. I searched and searched and searched for that tupperware - considering anyone who might have a vendetta against me, asking 'where would I be if I were a tupperware', wondering if I'd eaten the pasta without knowing it, etc, etc, etc. But after 5 days, with the pasta still mysteriously missing, I decided to take it as a loss and move onto more important concerns (i.e. - thinking about Johnny Depp).
And then yesterday at work, while retrieving a file from the second drawer of my filing cabinet, I located my tupperware....still full of pasta. For some reason, when I was storing my lunch last Tuesday, my mind replaced 'refrigerator' with 'second drawer of filing cabinet'.
Am I losing my mind? Yes. But that's not the most disturbing part of this tale. This takes the cake: when I opened the tupperware to toss the pasta that was sitting for a week at room temperature, it smelled ... well .... fine! You'd think that 7 days without refrigeration would result in a stanktacular stankerrific stanky stank. Not so. Huh.
Monday, January 31, 2005
3 + 9 = too much extraneous information
Yesterday I went to Safeway to pick up coffee beans, fresh bread, and eggs. At the end of my 3-item-purchase, I was given a receipt that measures 12 inches in length. My reaction? WTF?!?!?!?! In my opinion, there is no need for a receipt longer than 3 inches (one inch for each item).
Here's what I learned from the other 9 inches:
- I saved $3.30 by using my club card (i.e. my home phone number).
- The system has my home phone number registered under Debra Sheldon ('thank you Ms. Sheldon').
- The total percentage of savings using my home phone number was 22%.
- I can save $50 by buying my Disneyland Resort Park Hopper Tickets at Safeway.
- I should look out for flags on purchases that can be submitted for Health Care Flex Spending Account reimbursement.
- I have purchased 0 of 7 items toward my 1st FREE HALLMARK CARD.
- I have purchased 0 of 7 items toward my 1st FREE DELI SANDWICH.
- I can contact Safeway at 1-877-723-3929 or safeway.com.
- I visited the Safeway Store #691 at 1444 Shattuck Place.
Who actually reads all that shit?
Here's what I learned from the other 9 inches:
- I saved $3.30 by using my club card (i.e. my home phone number).
- The system has my home phone number registered under Debra Sheldon ('thank you Ms. Sheldon').
- The total percentage of savings using my home phone number was 22%.
- I can save $50 by buying my Disneyland Resort Park Hopper Tickets at Safeway.
- I should look out for flags on purchases that can be submitted for Health Care Flex Spending Account reimbursement.
- I have purchased 0 of 7 items toward my 1st FREE HALLMARK CARD.
- I have purchased 0 of 7 items toward my 1st FREE DELI SANDWICH.
- I can contact Safeway at 1-877-723-3929 or safeway.com.
- I visited the Safeway Store #691 at 1444 Shattuck Place.
Who actually reads all that shit?
Fave of 1/31/05
The fact that I have a source for Girl Scout Cookies and that my purchase will go toward funding 'Camporee'.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Favorite thing: Sun. Jan. 30, 2005
This web site. I go here every 6 months or so. I especially enjoy the comments about Small Wonder. Girl as robot - priceless.
Worst Ending Ever
New poll: Worst movie ending ever.
I experienced mine last night. I rented 'The Secret Window' to continue with my plan to see every movie Johnny Depp has ever been in (I realize this will force me to see 'Nightmare on Elmstreet'). The ending of SW was terrible. The movie jumped the shark right around the time his character's watch got stuck on the stick shift of a truck that he was running off a cliff. It went from bad to worse to an abominable final shot. All I will say is: close-up on J.Depp's mouth, an ear of corn, a bite, and creative sound effects. My roomate and I watched it several times. I lauged harder than I have in months.
I experienced mine last night. I rented 'The Secret Window' to continue with my plan to see every movie Johnny Depp has ever been in (I realize this will force me to see 'Nightmare on Elmstreet'). The ending of SW was terrible. The movie jumped the shark right around the time his character's watch got stuck on the stick shift of a truck that he was running off a cliff. It went from bad to worse to an abominable final shot. All I will say is: close-up on J.Depp's mouth, an ear of corn, a bite, and creative sound effects. My roomate and I watched it several times. I lauged harder than I have in months.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
2.28% Sure Ain't Much
Those of you who know me know that some of my finest achievements have come in the arena of bargain shopping. I go to bargain stores - the Marshall's and TJMax's of the world - not to find particular items, but to ferret out the TRUE deals.
Over the years, I've streamlined my bargain shopping process to maximize efficiency and minimize cost. I've established the following steps for successful deal-making:
- enter store
- proceed immediately to women's designer label section
- quickly flip from one hanger to the next looking only for label
- locate clothing bearing label of interest*
- then, and only then, zoom in on product
- first search for retail value on original price tag, if available. what is the actual value of product and how much will be saved with discount price?
- evaluate the item by asking the following: at first glance, do I like the look? if yes, proceed. is it my size? if yes, proceed. do I like the hue? if no, search for same item, different color. if yes, proceed to dressing room.
Repeat until completion of women's size M rack.
If desiring a true bargain, execute process on Clearance rack.
* BCBG, DKNY, Max Studio, Tahari, Kenneth Cole, etc.
_________________________________________________________________
Last night, during a quick stop-n-search at the local Ross Dress for Less, I hit my crowning achievement in bargain shopping. Whil executing the steps, I came upon a pair of Tahari slacks (a rare find at Ross).
At first glance? Very very stylish. Were they my size? Yes - women's 8. Did I like the color? Yes - a subtle plaid made of deep browns and olive green and burnt red. I proceeded to dressing room, slid on the pants (the fabric is unlike the cottons and polyesters I am accustomed to), and looked in the mirror. Fabulous. It was as though these slacks were MADE for me by Elie Tahari herself, except or the extreme length (an indicator of quality clothing and the need for a hem job). Do I need such an item? Yes - they fill my large void of professional wear.
One problem: the pants had been stripped of the Ross price tag. This can become a monumental issue at the Ross Dress for Less because, often, there are no similar items for price comparison. Such was the case last night. I thought I was going to have to leave the perfect pants behind, but a wonderful hard-working floor clerk searched for 20 minutes for another pant for price scan. The stand-in price tag was found in the Clearance section. The cost of the clearance pants? $5.43. When she said this, I was overcome by the buzz that only occurs with very very good deals.
In conclusion, I bought a pair of pants that retails at $238 (Nordstrom) for $5.43. I paid 2.28% of retail cost. I have outdone myself.
Over the years, I've streamlined my bargain shopping process to maximize efficiency and minimize cost. I've established the following steps for successful deal-making:
- enter store
- proceed immediately to women's designer label section
- quickly flip from one hanger to the next looking only for label
- locate clothing bearing label of interest*
- then, and only then, zoom in on product
- first search for retail value on original price tag, if available. what is the actual value of product and how much will be saved with discount price?
- evaluate the item by asking the following: at first glance, do I like the look? if yes, proceed. is it my size? if yes, proceed. do I like the hue? if no, search for same item, different color. if yes, proceed to dressing room.
Repeat until completion of women's size M rack.
If desiring a true bargain, execute process on Clearance rack.
* BCBG, DKNY, Max Studio, Tahari, Kenneth Cole, etc.
_________________________________________________________________
Last night, during a quick stop-n-search at the local Ross Dress for Less, I hit my crowning achievement in bargain shopping. Whil executing the steps, I came upon a pair of Tahari slacks (a rare find at Ross).
At first glance? Very very stylish. Were they my size? Yes - women's 8. Did I like the color? Yes - a subtle plaid made of deep browns and olive green and burnt red. I proceeded to dressing room, slid on the pants (the fabric is unlike the cottons and polyesters I am accustomed to), and looked in the mirror. Fabulous. It was as though these slacks were MADE for me by Elie Tahari herself, except or the extreme length (an indicator of quality clothing and the need for a hem job). Do I need such an item? Yes - they fill my large void of professional wear.
One problem: the pants had been stripped of the Ross price tag. This can become a monumental issue at the Ross Dress for Less because, often, there are no similar items for price comparison. Such was the case last night. I thought I was going to have to leave the perfect pants behind, but a wonderful hard-working floor clerk searched for 20 minutes for another pant for price scan. The stand-in price tag was found in the Clearance section. The cost of the clearance pants? $5.43. When she said this, I was overcome by the buzz that only occurs with very very good deals.
In conclusion, I bought a pair of pants that retails at $238 (Nordstrom) for $5.43. I paid 2.28% of retail cost. I have outdone myself.
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