2X it is! I really want this wrap shirt [link]

I was really into them the last time around, but at that time (2000ish) I was literally 8 sizes smaller. I don't really mourn the size, but I want that red silk dupioni wrap shirt in my size for an affordable price!

Coldwater Creek would usually have one velvety, semi-Victorian looking jacket each year. I see they've abandoned that style this year, which means there's nothing I want to get from them.

(And I really don't need any more jackets. I know.)

For NYE, we're going to the annual party thrown by people we know from the gaming/comic industry. It's always a lot of fun.

I am a total WHORE for bare backs on dresses.

Add to that the ballet neckline on the front and the watercolor shades in the abstract design, all of which I love, but none of which I can wear as a solid color and I was pretty much a goner.

2X it is! I really want this wrap shirt [link]

I almost bought that! I like it a LOT.

I am sick. I was in denial all day, but I can't deny it anymore. Maybe it's just as well that I don't have any NYE plans.

Barb, that is a GREAT dress.

DH just sent me a series of hilarious links to a film blog The comments are the best part, but for brevity's sake I'll just quote the salient parts of the original posts. (Bold mine.)

Part 1, in which there is a slight misunderstanding:

I thought I was all safe and locked in at Park City's Star Hotel, having stayed there during the '07 and '08 Sundance Film Festivals and having left a cowboy hat there as a token of my intention to return the following year. A cowboy hat left behind means you're a true-blue guy! But I failed to place a proper, formal confirmation call to proprietor Carol Rixey, and now she's given away my room. So now I have to scramble with the festival starting in 20 days.

Part 2, in which the blogger requests permission to sleep on the hotel's couch:

It would be greatly appreciated if you could grant me this small favor, as you left me in the lurch this year. I thought I'd made it clear as a bell that I intended to return, having stayed in your wonderful abode the last two years and leaving my cowboy hat there and telling you I'd wear it when I returned in '09 and so on.

Part 2.5 from the comments, after several commenters point out that a cowboy hat is not, in fact, a hotel reservation:

Yes, yes...if I'd left a cash deposit or a credit-card number then the room would have been assured. I'm not an idiot. But leaving the cowboy hat and plainly stating to the proprietor that I'd come back and wear it the following year (especially after having stayed at the Star in '07 and '08 and been part of the family there, in a sense) was a very emotionally vivid and pronounced way of stating my intentions. It was a message that is recognized by everyone all over the world. It's even recognized in the animal kingdom (i.e., leaving your scent on a piece of turf).

If you go out with a girl and she comes home with you and stays the night and she leaves her underwear or bra or socks in your bedroom after she leaves the next morning, we all know that's a universal message that says, "I want to come back and get to know you better and probably have sex with you again." Everyone knows that. Leaving an article of clothing, something with your scent and paw-prints and sweat residue on it, means that you intend to come back and spray your scent around some more.

Part 3, in which the hotel proprietor finds this guy's blog:

I just heard from [hotel owner] that she considers my having discussed the matter in the column to be a form of blackmail (a somewhat hysterical interpretation, in my view) and that she's given my hat to the Park City police and that I can pick it up there when I get to town. The fuzz, for God's sake! She's brought the cops into this! Talk about a violation of the trust that comes with friendship and the values of good grandma-hood!

[editor's note, this woman is not his grandma]

The idea that nice people can turn around and suddenly act erratically and illogically (to put it in gentle terms) is not a very pleasant one, but obviously it happens. Good God.

And Epilogue: "Emotionally Vivid Cowboy Hat" The Song

I am in TEARS I'm laughing so hard. I know it's a lot of links, but seriously, the entire saga is worth a look if you have time.

If you go out with a girl and she comes home with you and stays the night and she leaves her underwear or bra or socks in your bedroom after she leaves the next morning, we all know that's a universal message that says, "I want to come back and get to know you better and probably have sex with you again."

Or she wanted to leave so badly that she would not only chew off her own arm to get away but was also so rushed so she forgot clothes.

This is my favorite response:

I'm going to leave my Hammer pants at the Omni this year. If I show up at Comic Con the year following and I don't have a reservation I'm going to kick someone's ass. Then write 90 blogs about it instead of realizing I made a mistake.

Or she wanted to leave so badly that she would not only chew off her own arm to get away but was also so rushed so she forgot clothes.

That interpretation is brought up a little further down in the comments, yes.