I've decided to keep track of my high/low point every week. There will often be more than one in each category, which I suppose defeats the purpose of narrowing it down to only two total, but I've always been a fan of defeating purposes so here goes:
High:
I had two highs this week. First, I splurged and bought a new leather Coach bag that I wasn't in the market for but accidentally came across while shopping with my secretary.
It was lunchtime at work and the two of us needed an escape involving the clothing racks at Bloomingdales. On the way we stopped in at Nordstroms, where I spotted a (and my future) Sabrina bag thrown carelessly on a clearance table. Right then I knew that it was all over. Somehow, miraculously, I left without the bag, thinking I'd find it cheaper online. But that night, after all Internet searches ended in a dead end, I could barely fall asleep the bag so consumed my thoughts. I had to have it, kind of like SJP with her bottle of perfume.
The next day (which I had called in sick for) passed without incident yet thoughts of the bag persisted. I tried to talk myself out of it, that it was a frivolous, pricey purchase, that I had more than enough bags. But the talking continually led way to Googling images of the thing...of talking about it over dinner like I'd fallen in love with another man. Another sunset, another sunrise. As I suited up for work I knew I would be buying it that day.
Thankfully, after picturing myself crying in the shower that night to Boy George's "Crying Game" when I saw that the bag was gone upon my arrival, the salespeople found one last Sabrina bag. On a retail high, I was so thrilled leaving the store with it in hand that nothing at the office could ruin the rest of my day. It was like I was walking in tall cotton.
My other high was all the time I got to spend with my husband this weekend. After many weeks of being busy with plans, my husband and I stayed in to watch a movie and nosh on yummy food in our pajamas on Saturday night. He even surprised me with an entire pumpkin pie and a slice of german chocolate cake, just because he knew I'd "like them." I am so lucky to share my life with such a kind, loving man. (Reminder to self: Stop taking out all your stress on him, he doesn't deserve it.) The next morning he made me a big breakfast of pancakes, coffee, and eggs scrambled with sausage, peppers and cheddar (we were out of goat cheese). Over breakfast he kept telling me how beautiful I was even though I insisted no-makeup-con-morning-face was not the best look for me. Good food, good man, good weekend.
Low:
Speaking of that Saturday night I was excited to watch The Italian Job since I'd never seen it before (I know, I was born under a rock), but we couldn't find one. copy. anywhere. It's totally one of those movies that's stuck near the cash register at a Marshalls or a TJ Maxx, but no. No copies at Target or Best Buy, and Blockbuster only had new copies -- at $20 a piece. Um, 2002 called, it wants its prices back. Who still pays $20 for a DVD?? They were out of a rental copy, so we checked RedBox, BlueBox, all kinds of boxes. Nothing. Of course it wasn't watch-it-now on Netflix either, and it was $4 -- $4!! -- to rent on iTunes. Ridiculous, since you can buy it on Amazon for the same price. So we watched Presumed Innocent with Harrison Ford instead. But now I've made it my mission to find The Italian Job. So help me, God, I will find a copy. *raises fist to sky*
High:
I had two highs this week. First, I splurged and bought a new leather Coach bag that I wasn't in the market for but accidentally came across while shopping with my secretary.
It was lunchtime at work and the two of us needed an escape involving the clothing racks at Bloomingdales. On the way we stopped in at Nordstroms, where I spotted a (and my future) Sabrina bag thrown carelessly on a clearance table. Right then I knew that it was all over. Somehow, miraculously, I left without the bag, thinking I'd find it cheaper online. But that night, after all Internet searches ended in a dead end, I could barely fall asleep the bag so consumed my thoughts. I had to have it, kind of like SJP with her bottle of perfume.
The next day (which I had called in sick for) passed without incident yet thoughts of the bag persisted. I tried to talk myself out of it, that it was a frivolous, pricey purchase, that I had more than enough bags. But the talking continually led way to Googling images of the thing...of talking about it over dinner like I'd fallen in love with another man. Another sunset, another sunrise. As I suited up for work I knew I would be buying it that day.
Thankfully, after picturing myself crying in the shower that night to Boy George's "Crying Game" when I saw that the bag was gone upon my arrival, the salespeople found one last Sabrina bag. On a retail high, I was so thrilled leaving the store with it in hand that nothing at the office could ruin the rest of my day. It was like I was walking in tall cotton.
My other high was all the time I got to spend with my husband this weekend. After many weeks of being busy with plans, my husband and I stayed in to watch a movie and nosh on yummy food in our pajamas on Saturday night. He even surprised me with an entire pumpkin pie and a slice of german chocolate cake, just because he knew I'd "like them." I am so lucky to share my life with such a kind, loving man. (Reminder to self: Stop taking out all your stress on him, he doesn't deserve it.) The next morning he made me a big breakfast of pancakes, coffee, and eggs scrambled with sausage, peppers and cheddar (we were out of goat cheese). Over breakfast he kept telling me how beautiful I was even though I insisted no-makeup-con-morning-face was not the best look for me. Good food, good man, good weekend.
Low:
Speaking of that Saturday night I was excited to watch The Italian Job since I'd never seen it before (I know, I was born under a rock), but we couldn't find one. copy. anywhere. It's totally one of those movies that's stuck near the cash register at a Marshalls or a TJ Maxx, but no. No copies at Target or Best Buy, and Blockbuster only had new copies -- at $20 a piece. Um, 2002 called, it wants its prices back. Who still pays $20 for a DVD?? They were out of a rental copy, so we checked RedBox, BlueBox, all kinds of boxes. Nothing. Of course it wasn't watch-it-now on Netflix either, and it was $4 -- $4!! -- to rent on iTunes. Ridiculous, since you can buy it on Amazon for the same price. So we watched Presumed Innocent with Harrison Ford instead. But now I've made it my mission to find The Italian Job. So help me, God, I will find a copy. *raises fist to sky*
Hooray for bags and more importantly, for bagging a wonderful husband. They somehow bring out the best of us even after we've shown them our worst, am I right? J is a lot like Kirk - loving me in my all natural, stinky morning breath - bird's nest kind of hair moment acting like I've just won Miss America and wearing a crown on our head.
ReplyDeleteI hope you find that "Italian Job" movie. Marky Mark is in it so it's a must. That kind of thing has happened to us before when we were looking for an older Robert Downy Jr. film. Could.Not.Find.It.Anywhere. Drove me insane! I was like, "I know he's Iron Man and Sherlock Holmes" now but he sang like a black woman and I want to see it! (Heart and Souls). Good luck on this quest! Regina George wouldn't give up. So neither should you, you whore! :)
Ooooooo, that bag is seriously fabulous. I'm typically not a fan of Coach but I am loving this bag. It's simple, classic and beautiful.I definitely think you chose a good one. Yippee, for fall retail therapy!
ReplyDeleteI understand. I've gotten rid of almost all of my non-Coach bags because I love the Coach ones so much.
ReplyDeleteYou are not alone.
I really like this idea - highs and lows for the week.
ReplyDeleteAnd that bag - amazing. :)