Yesterday I decided it was time for my first annual Salvation Army spring clothes hunt.
Wednesday being 1/2 off everything (except white tags), it was a good call.
Results: two dresses and three shirts for a total of $15.00.
I'm really kind of feeling the flowy-feminine thing after being trapped in hard knits, wool and the like for months. In addition, I have another new love: sleeve straps.
The blue and white striped dress is actually a maternity piece. It had a satin ribbon empire waist which did a fantastic job of making me look entirely knocked up. After a quick intervention involving an exacto knife, the ribbon is gone and my red belt is in. No babies here. Just some winter pudge.
And then there is the pink number...I made a promise to myself to not buy any more black clothes for a while. As it is, I could probably attend 500 different funerals and never wear the same exact outfit twice. Not good.
In other news, I broke down and bought storage boxes for my camera goods and ever-growing collection of prints. I opted for the Target Liberty collection, which is cheap and expertly designed to make me want every last piece of it.
I spent this afternoon wandering about downtown Plymouth finishing up my first roll of Diana Mini film. I'm pretty sure I did a good job with it, but who really knows? Not me, because today of all days the photolab at CVS is down for repairs. We will just have to wait and see.
On my photographic journey I decided to pay a visit to the local florist and buy myself a piece of spring, seeing as tomorrow winter is expected to make a bitchy comeback.
To which I say, fuck that, and goodnight.
Wednesday being 1/2 off everything (except white tags), it was a good call.
Results: two dresses and three shirts for a total of $15.00.
I'm really kind of feeling the flowy-feminine thing after being trapped in hard knits, wool and the like for months. In addition, I have another new love: sleeve straps.
The blue and white striped dress is actually a maternity piece. It had a satin ribbon empire waist which did a fantastic job of making me look entirely knocked up. After a quick intervention involving an exacto knife, the ribbon is gone and my red belt is in. No babies here. Just some winter pudge.
And then there is the pink number...I made a promise to myself to not buy any more black clothes for a while. As it is, I could probably attend 500 different funerals and never wear the same exact outfit twice. Not good.
In other news, I broke down and bought storage boxes for my camera goods and ever-growing collection of prints. I opted for the Target Liberty collection, which is cheap and expertly designed to make me want every last piece of it.
I spent this afternoon wandering about downtown Plymouth finishing up my first roll of Diana Mini film. I'm pretty sure I did a good job with it, but who really knows? Not me, because today of all days the photolab at CVS is down for repairs. We will just have to wait and see.
On my photographic journey I decided to pay a visit to the local florist and buy myself a piece of spring, seeing as tomorrow winter is expected to make a bitchy comeback.
To which I say, fuck that, and goodnight.
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