A very busy day! (Parentheses! Exclaimation points!)

Today, although I set my alarm for 8 AM (unheard of for an off-day!), the snooze alarm failed on me, and I was awakened by GK calling to announced they'd be there to pick me up in 15 minutes. ("They" being her and her mom, Kat.) Yikes!

That got me moving---we breakfasted at Cracker Barrel and headed on down to the Melbourne Goodwill (my home away from home!). GK got a nice selection of spring-summer wear, and admitted that Melb. has a better selection than M.I. (Absurb of me to feel so vindicated, I know!), and we spent about two hours treasure-hunting.

You'd think that as often as I'm in there, I wouldn't've found much, but they got a few nice things in over the weekend, AND I tried on one shirt that I'd been admiring for weeks but hadn't tried on account of the alledged size. (Lest anyone out there thing I'm some tiny little thing who has her pick of fashion far and wide, my measurements are 56-50-64. Very, very fluffy!)

My haul:

* a blue, Hawaiian-looking shirt that'll look great with jeans
* a soft pink sleeveless top---I have a tee in the same color that I've worn to rags, so this is a worthy replacement
* a cocoa-brown top with 3/4 sleeves and a scoop neck, very flattering with
* a sheer blouse in horizontal earthtone stripes (much nicer than it sounds!) that in turn works with
* a floral skirt--I usually DO NOT do florals, but it has a calm, parchment-colored background, and the print goes with a lot of things I have, although NOT
* a very pink shell with matching jacket that reverses to black. There's something VERY 50s retro about it, and I'm thinking of blessing it with the rhinestone buttons from the Moldy Grape Monstrosity of a couple weeks ago.
* a black velvet newsboy cap that was too cute to pass up

From there, we hauled ass back to town in time to pick up Kat's mom and visiting brother to go see Wild Hogs, which was sort of like City Slickers with Harleys---mind you, I think Billy Crystal is funnier than Tim Allan, on the whole, but William H. Macy is funnier than the whole rest of the cast of City Slickers put together. We get a good butt shot when they go skinny-dipping. Be still my heart! There's also an absolutely hysterical slashy wake-up scene---! Travolta was good, Martin Lawrence wasn't too hyper, and there were appearences by Ray Liotta, who I've loved since Goodfellas (Here he does sleazy rider really well!) and Marisa Tomei, who I've adored forever. As one reviewer pointed out, Wild Hogs may not be Oscar material, but it's enjoyable escapism.

Oh, and my cloak is done! Some of you may remember me raving about GK sewing me a cloak last summer...it's taken this long for her to get the big, bronze celtic clasp sewed on and the thirty-foot circumferential hem hemmed. It's fabulous! I'd completely forgotten that I'd picked a particularly...suggestive...pink to line the hood. I was consciously thinking Pucci, but it's quite Freudian in its labial tonality.

Time to go put the laundry in the dryer!

A very busy day! (Parentheses! Exclaimation points!)

Today, although I set my alarm for 8 AM (unheard of for an off-day!), the snooze alarm failed on me, and I was awakened by GK calling to announced they'd be there to pick me up in 15 minutes. ("They" being her and her mom, Kat.) Yikes!

That got me moving---we breakfasted at Cracker Barrel and headed on down to the Melbourne Goodwill (my home away from home!). GK got a nice selection of spring-summer wear, and admitted that Melb. has a better selection than M.I. (Absurb of me to feel so vindicated, I know!), and we spent about two hours treasure-hunting.

You'd think that as often as I'm in there, I wouldn't've found much, but they got a few nice things in over the weekend, AND I tried on one shirt that I'd been admiring for weeks but hadn't tried on account of the alledged size. (Lest anyone out there thing I'm some tiny little thing who has her pick of fashion far and wide, my measurements are 56-50-64. Very, very fluffy!)

My haul:

* a blue, Hawaiian-looking shirt that'll look great with jeans
* a soft pink sleeveless top---I have a tee in the same color that I've worn to rags, so this is a worthy replacement
* a cocoa-brown top with 3/4 sleeves and a scoop neck, very flattering with
* a sheer blouse in horizontal earthtone stripes (much nicer than it sounds!) that in turn works with
* a floral skirt--I usually DO NOT do florals, but it has a calm, parchment-colored background, and the print goes with a lot of things I have, although NOT
* a very pink shell with matching jacket that reverses to black. There's something VERY 50s retro about it, and I'm thinking of blessing it with the rhinestone buttons from the Moldy Grape Monstrosity of a couple weeks ago.
* a black velvet newsboy cap that was too cute to pass up

From there, we hauled ass back to town in time to pick up Kat's mom and visiting brother to go see Wild Hogs, which was sort of like City Slickers with Harleys---mind you, I think Billy Crystal is funnier than Tim Allan, on the whole, but William H. Macy is funnier than the whole rest of the cast of City Slickers put together. We get a good butt shot when they go skinny-dipping. Be still my heart! There's also an absolutely hysterical slashy wake-up scene---! Travolta was good, Martin Lawrence wasn't too hyper, and there were appearences by Ray Liotta, who I've loved since Goodfellas (Here he does sleazy rider really well!) and Marisa Tomei, who I've adored forever. As one reviewer pointed out, Wild Hogs may not be Oscar material, but it's enjoyable escapism.

Oh, and my cloak is done! Some of you may remember me raving about GK sewing me a cloak last summer...it's taken this long for her to get the big, bronze celtic clasp sewed on and the thirty-foot circumferential hem hemmed. It's fabulous! I'd completely forgotten that I'd picked a particularly...suggestive...pink to line the hood. I was consciously thinking Pucci, but it's quite Freudian in its labial tonality.

Time to go put the laundry in the dryer!