A Modern Day Cinderella?

(Did anyone else notice that yesterday was my 200th post! Oops!)


Last night I did something I hate doing. I went dress shopping.

Long story short, Earl’s mom is getting married in April and while I am not in the wedding, she insisted on buying me a dress. (Probably because she’s never seen me in a dress and thinks that the only way to get me in one is to buy one for me herself.)

The other thing that made the ordeal all that much more irksome is that she wanted to buy the dress at David’s Bridal. Being surrounded by that many white bridal gowns makes me a little dizzy. So anyway, I went to their website and found a dress in the “Special Occasions” tab that I liked… a lot.

I’ve gotten to the point where – in my attempt to never have to enter a mall – I’ve gotten very good at recognizing what will look good on me and what won’t. This dress was nigh on perfect. And, it was purple. How could I go wrong?

Well, this was on January 29th… by February 1st, the dress was nowhere to be found on their website. It had been discontinued.

And so, I constructed another plan… a devious plan.

But this plan was not meant to be either. Tuesday night, we get a call from Earl’s mom, informing us that she’s just gone in for her fitting with the alterations department… and they have three of the dresses in their “Clearance” department.

And thus we took a drive over to the west side last night to try on dresses. (This is where we get to the Cinderella part, don’t worry, it will make sense shortly.)

I being a realist, and knowing that David’s bridal sizes run small, am wary of these dresses. Doubtful, even, that they’ll fit. So, my devious plan is still percolating in the back of my mind. And thus, loitering in my purse (it’s a big purse) is a purple alligator skin heel. One. Sadly, it wasn't glass.

It was just for a color match – you understand – so there was no real reason for me to bring both.

This is the color swatch that matches
the shoes exactly!

And so I tried on the dress I’d originally picked out. And it fit perfectly. I loved everything about it, the neckline, the length, the way the taffeta hung… everything. Except… the fact that the rhinestone details at the waist, were in need of some serious repair. There were pieces missing, others were loose or turned the wrong way.

Worried about the hassle of making them fix these problems, Darlene suggested I try on a few others.

I tried on approximately fifteen other dresses. And because I was surrounded by mirrors, I put on my one heel, because being barefoot in a dress just looks strange when you’re as short as I am. I then proceeded to pretend I was a flamingo and stand on one foot. I looked like an amputee with most of the dresses. It was kind of awesome.

I tried on these:

And a few others that I can’t find pictures of…

And they all had problems. Mostly with neckline or what I like to refer to as “butt cling” and over all, they simply didn’t work for me. There was one dress that hung perfectly. It almost made me take back all of the bad things I’d ever said about chiffon… but the neckline felt like it was choking me… And in the end, we walked up to the checkout with the dress I’d originally chosen.

And this, kids, is why I hate dress shopping. But next, I get to go shoe shopping and believe you me. There is nothing unappealing about that prospect.

Fantasy Mood

While I was sick, I spent a lot of time half asleep on the couch. When I’m sick I tend to be in moods. This time was no different. This time, I was in an Fantasy/fairytale mood. And thus, half asleep on the couch, I watched – listened to is more accurate – most of the fantasies in my fabled DVD collection. Here’s a small sampling of the things that graced my TV for those 5-ish days.


The Color of Magic

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The Tenth Kingdom

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The Fellowship of the Ring

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Stardust

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Beauty and the Beast

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Do you get in a particular sort of mood when you're sick?

Recovery

Taken with my phone as she's laying on my legs on the couch.

Lucy spent most of this weekend sleeping on my legs, being the perfect little space heater. She was rewarded for her efforts to get me better with string cheese – one of her favorite treats.

Today I am better.

I’m at work again – though I’ll be the first to admit, I would have rather slept in – and Terry, the woman who has to watch the phones when I’m gone is immensely relieved. She doesn’t like the phone – it ties you to your chair (figuratively of course). One of the things I’m not looking forward too, being back at work and not yet fully recovered, is something I call the copier relay.

When using the copier, I have to walk 50 feet away from my desk. When the phone rings, according to company policy I am supposed to answer it by ring #2 unless on another line. If I am at the copier, I am obviously not on the other line. Therefore, if I’m at the copier and the phone rings, I’m supposed to rush back to my desk and answer the phone by ring two. At ring six, it rolls over to the “backup lines” (aka. The salesmen). They really don’t like it when that happens. So if the phone rings, I have to hurry back up to the desk and answer the phone, before going back to finish my copying/scanning.

When I use the copier, the phone invariably rings. It’s the most annoying part of my day.

So I’m not looking forward to that. Thinking about it makes me tired right now – thank you tonsillitis.

I hope you are all feeling better than I am (and a million times better than I was!)

The Sick Bricks Keep Piling On

 Soon I'm going to have a sick little house no wolf can blow down.

This is what my day looks like:

Sick

My nose deserves Puffs, indeed.

Ugh.

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I considered ending it there. Because, I’ll admit. I really don’t feel like doing anything other than curling up in a ball and let my liquefied brains drip out my nose. Too graphic? Maybe you should have picked another blog today. Welcome to my misery.

There is the distinct possibility that someone – or something – is out to get me. Monday, at around four-ish, I inexplicably pulled a muscle in my shoulder. Let me tell you how much fun anything outside a two inch range of motion is for me! Not Very.

Yesterday out of the blue, it was like someone hit me with a ton of sick bricks. And suddenly I was so congested I was having trouble breathing normally. And since then I’ve been a one armed sniffling sexpot! Seriously, I feel so gross right now it’s not even funny.

I’m very anti-medication. When it comes down to it, I’ll do my best to soldier through whatever malady is ailing me. But THIS. This is nigh unbearable. So I broke down last night and took some Sudafed. Because there was no way I was going to be able to haul my butt out of bed if I was sickly and hadn’t gotten any sleep.

Today, I’m medicating with Advil and currently finishing off a big cup of Green Tea with Lemon, Ginsing and Honey… lots and lots of honey.

On a side note. The “facial tissues” here at work suck. I’m going to have to go buy a box to hide in my desk tonight.

Hope you’re feeling better than I am today.