tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Retail Therapy Retail therapy � I�m here to tell you it works. Last night I went out with my friend Allison and the wonderful Weetabix. We dined at the Cheesecake Factory - my one exception to the rule of not eating at restaurants with �Factory,� �Works,� or �Garden� in their name. We had fire-roasted artichoke and do-it-yourself Thai lettuce wraps as appetizers, I had an omelet (bacon, �shroom, cheddar) with a bagel, extremely odd, kibble-like breakfast potatoes and 2 Coronas. We shared the (borrowing Weet�s words) �yin and yang� of cheesecakes for dessert � a rich, dense (let me see if I remember all this) chocolate, peanut butter, cookie dough cheesecake with a divine peanut-buttery whipped topping and a light fluffy banana cr�me cheesecake � both accompanied by mounds of whipped cream and both only half eaten, which is a crime, but what can you do faced with not one, but two slabs of cheesecake? We shopped at Sephora (I bought a Hard Candy eye shadow compact), the Bare Escentuals store, I popped into Lucky Brand for a Pucci-inspired spring cardigan, and we literally closed down the Nordstrom shoe department � as in �get out of our store you crazed shopoholics.� Weet and Alli each indulged in two pairs and I was the hog and bought four pairs: Crocs, two pairs of retro sneakers (the second pair specifically to match the sweater because, you know, it has to match) and a pair of sneaker-esque black ballet flats that scream �Modern Audrey Hepburn� to wear with capris and flouncy skirts in the summer. Just an FYI � I couldn�t get the links for the sneakers in the colors I bought them in � the Tigers were in light blue with butter-yellow stripes and the Sauconys were in shades of bright pink. Shopping with Weet is seriously dangerous to your cash flow � I concur absolutely on this subject with Chauffi. There�s just some pheromone that she gives off that makes you want to buy beautiful frivolous things that you don�t REALLY need, but feel you MUST have. Or maybe she just gets secret kickbacks from Nordstroms. It also had physical dangers, what with the heavy bags banging into each other�s shins as we staggered back to the car � we could have bruised, delicate flowers that we are! In other news, my mom is home now and apparently feeling pretty good. My brother from El Paso arranged to stay through Monday and today he�s going to help my mom do a couple of things around the house, take her grocery shopping and to her radiation treatment. Knowing my mom � NOT a complainer, EVER � we�re going to have to restrain her from getting on her knees and scrubbing the floors. What I�d like to do for her is to take her to Nordstrom to have a bra fitting because, having just done a few loads of laundry at her house, I know she�s wearing the wrong size. I was refitted at Nordies last fall and was surprised that I was not the 36 C I thought I was. Oh no, I was not. I am apparently, according to the cute woman with the pink tape measure, a 34 DD. Who knew? I was excited � it was like getting a boob job for free. But apparently that�s the most common error � women size up on the inches and down on the cups. Big boobs run in my family � my mom, her sister, my cousin, apparently me � all big boobs. Now I peeked at my mom�s bra size just because I�m nosy, and she�s wearing a 38 C � I just know it�s wrong because she has a smaller frame than I do and about the same boob situation so I�m thinking she should wear a 34 D or DD. But I don�t really think I�ll bring it up because she would be mortified � we just don�t talk about boobs � or anything bodily - in my family. My training bras, bras, tampons, pads, and acne medication were all delivered by a fairy � a fairy very concerned that I have proper foundation garments, clear skin and no embarrassing red spots on the back of my shorts. They just appeared one day in the appropriate drawer, cabinet, shelf. So considering the subject matter I don�t suspect I�ll be driving her to see the bra ladies at Nordstrom any time soon. Resolution Diary: 12:58 p.m. - 2006-02-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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