Reading Bitches the last few years, I'm of the opinion there should be someone to whom women can take a favorite old bra in for a refurb or repair.
This would be the best service ever. Damn I hate when beloved bras disintegrate or attack with underwires.
Went to IKEA, have acquired a mess of candles. Pretty flickering lights and nummy warmth. I just counted - 64 of 'em. 22 just in my room. Happy.
Pretty flickering lights and nummy warmth. I just counted - 64 of 'em. 22 just in my room. Happy.
Dude, I thought no one ever did that outside of the movies and TV.
I spent way too much money on my quasi-weekly floral arrangement, which means I totally shouldn't order in.
We'll see how that turns out.
Cass totally does that—it's one of the reasons I adore visiting her. She even has them hanging over her bed. So pretty! The candles, too.
I'd burn my place down. I do that in the bathroom sometimes, for when I shower with the lights out. Otherwise, NSM.
It's also the reason I have lots of twitchy smoke detectors...
The whole house sort of glows right now. It's pretty. I have the eight hanging lanterns over my bed going and they are all different colors.
Though it does take a while to get them all set up so I don't buy it when a couple rush home to have teh sex and are suddenly surrounded by fifty pillar candles. It's pretty to film, but I don't buy it.
So pretty! The candles, too.
::blush::
Trudy, she *so* did. They just didn't catch it on film, or talk about it.
sighhhhh
that makes so much more sense
I've slept under the Cassie candles.
sighhhhhh
Ooh. I have definitely never had that many candles. I would totally burn my place down.
Friend was pissy that I was pissy at her. We got there and paid and she was like "are you mad at me?" and I was all "DUH", and she's like "FINE, I'll GIVE you the money we just paid and DRIVE YOU HOME". But, ya know, just cause I was mad at her didn't mean I was mad at the other people there!
And I ended up having an OK time (though not a faaaabulous time). Swing dancing is one of those activities that I go to, and see the people who obviously do it a lot and know each other and all, and think "I could totally get into this and be one of those people" (not one of the REALLY good ones, but.) only...nahhhhhh.
But I bailed on the bar after-party, given that the people I knew of the group weren't going, so I am home again home again. And thinking of bedtime...
well, it should have been a fabulous night, because you are fabulous. somehow the math is all wrong.
I just sent an email to my mom subject line: food
so I looked at my past subject lines to various people
ha!, in fridge, dinner, painting , and hee hee hee
I don't really explain things very well.
the Cassie candles
It's my signature look.
Sorry the night wasn't better, meara. You deserve fabulous nights out that leave you with happy tingles. Which, really, we all should have.
I am dithering on what to wear to my grandma's memorial tomorrow. And what to say. And if I should just try to stop thinking and get some sleep.