Returns returns returns. So, due to my recent shopping extravaganzas, most likely also due to the fact that I don't want to admit that I am jobless and monyless, I have some returns to do from Christmas giving and Christmas receiving. Lucky winners include Vicky's Secret, my beloved fabric store (I tried to teach myself to knit socks...lasted an hour), Nordies, and unfortunately...DSW. Yah, my amazingly beautiful heeled oxfords are just TOO small to handle. Being that they are a "fabric upper", they just don't stretch over my instep like I need them too. So I'm stuck - literally - walking around with my foot halfway in and halfway wishing it could pop right back out. The fashionista inside me says "you could still rock 'em out for an hour or two when you need to...pain is beauty", but the mother in my head is saying "why keep something that makes you look like it's your first time around the block-o-beautiful...not to mention you could use the money." Well, she's right, I probably do look silly trying to wince my way down the street in an effort to "make them fit". Oh well. Short lived success story from DSW. Now the trick will be making it back out of the store with out "needing" some other pair.
Update! It didn't snow one bit last night. Thanks Channel 8 for getting my hopes up! Now it's 40 somethin' with that annoying, misty, rainy stuff and some light wind. Heck, I can look outside my window for 2.5 seconds and come up with a better weather report than those guys can with all their "instruments" and "doppler radar".
Oh well. Good news is, with all of this invisisnow, I'll be able to go do my returns today!
