"Tears of Europa" is just a catchy sounding phrase I made up to help me remember that Jupiter's moon Europa is the one that's covered in ice. The train of thought behind this goes something like: tears=water, water + outer solar system = ice. So now you know too. :)
I got off school at 10am today, and here's what I did:
1. Went to DI, bought a Mexican dress that I'm going to take apart and use for my Halloween costume (Queen of hearts). I'm sad to take it apart though, it's so cute!! Not on me, but still...
2. Went to fake dollar store by my house to look for cheap little-girl-princess-tiaras. Didn't have any, and I got some sort of AIDS from touching stuff in their clearance bin....
3. First adventure to Savers in Orem - it was amazing. I found the perfect dress for my costume. It's a little too small, but I can fix it.
4. Cleaned the house, did the laundry, danced around to Belle and Sebastian, mopped up our leaky toilet, etc.
5. Made raspberries and cream jello salad! :D So so so so good. That recipe's a keeper.
What I didn't do:
Homework, naturally.
Showing posts with label thrift stores. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thrift stores. Show all posts
10.15.2009
7.09.2009
Bee's Wax Sheep Skin
My ramen breath and sweat-stained second-hand clothes are a result of procrastination and a long and miserable 4-hour shift at work. Knowing that my lovely husband would not be home when I returned, I took a detour to DI and splurged, all of $12 on a "new" outfit. Ever since I got married, I haven't really gone shopping as much as I used to. I used to like exploring a town by bus and browsing through stores by myself. There is something I like about shopping by myself. It can very well be because I am really slow, and if anyone were to go with me they would be terribly bored. But anyways.
There is something comforting to me about thrifts stores. And, frightening too, but... it's nice to be someplace where people don't put up facades, and for every nice piece of clothing you find you know that person must have been awfully generous to give it to the store and let someone else have it and love it and barf on it and throw it away when it turns into tatters.
So now I am feeling a lot better, and my face is all sweaty from hot off the stove ramen and lack of an air conditioner. But that's all good, we're cheap and don't need air conditioning anyways.
There is something comforting to me about thrifts stores. And, frightening too, but... it's nice to be someplace where people don't put up facades, and for every nice piece of clothing you find you know that person must have been awfully generous to give it to the store and let someone else have it and love it and barf on it and throw it away when it turns into tatters.
So now I am feeling a lot better, and my face is all sweaty from hot off the stove ramen and lack of an air conditioner. But that's all good, we're cheap and don't need air conditioning anyways.