All posts tagged: shopping

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Shower Curtains or, Happiness in a Bag

I have found the secret to true happiness. Forget about friendship or love or building an enjoyable life. Really, it all comes down to shower curtains. Seriously. As most of you know, I am furnishing my house on a very strict budget and because I have made a commitment to purchasing fair trade or second hand goods whenever possible, my bathroom has been looking a bit… uncoordinated. The tile and the tub are a lovely pastel teal (circa 1970) but I’m more into turquoise. As such, I’ve ended up with an amalgamation of towels in teal (the hand towels; second hand), light blue (the bathmat; also second hand), gray (the bath towels; on clearance at Jomar’s) and turquoise (the special occasions bath towels, which were in fact purchased at Macy’s in a moment of consumerist weakness, facilitated by the existence of several girl cards; I feel so guilty about them that I don’t even use them; only PIC does). At any rate, I’ve been feeling rather down in the dumps about my bathroom. Then I …

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The Importance of Going Shopping

One of the worst things about going through a break up, in my opinion, is the general grayness that seems to settle over your life. Nothing looks as good, nothing tastes as good, you’re tired all the time and—worst of all—you don’t even want to shop. I knew it was bad when I went to Macy’s and couldn’t find a single thing I wanted to try on. I don’t usually shop at Macy’s because it’s expensive and I’ve been on a second hand clothing kick due to my increasing dislike of capitalism, consumerism and all of the other evil “isms” we’re forever discussing in my Anthropology 101 classes, but this time was different: I had gift cards. Several hundreds of dollars worth of gift cards, actually. “Sexy underwear,” I thought, “Sexy underwear will make me feel better.” But I just wandered around the lingerie section like an automaton, feeling about as sexy as compost bin. “Shoes,” I thought, “I’ve always loved shoes!” But the shoe department at Macy’s is always crowded and I couldn’t muster …

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Throwback Thursday: Introducing Abuela Esther

It took some digging but I finally found my first ever post about my grandmother.  This was written in the days before she moved in with us (and before her Alzheimer’s was in full swing).  Enjoy.  We will return to our regularly scheduled programming (by which I mean me whining about the demise of my relationship with TWD) tomorrow. As the first of two consecutive days off, today should have been a good day—but then I decided to go to the mall with my grandmother.  Having been up since 5:00am, I can’t say that I was thinking too clearly.  Instead, I was zooming through my To Do list (Revisions to my editor at Dance Teacher Magazine? Check!  Weekly gchat with my friend in Lyon?  Check!  Self-loathing about the failure of my new skin care products, the progress of my first book and the fact that I’m a Sales Associate?  Check!).  All things considered, I was feeling pretty productive so when my mom suggested I take a break and come to mall, I said, “Sure.  Why not?” …

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The Time I Tried to Shop at Burlington Coat Factory

Hi there.  Remember me?  I used to blog here?  The thing about blogs is that they’re easy start.  They’re less easy to maintain (especially when you can no longer blog about what you used to blog about) and by the time you find yourself running a professional dance company, teaching anthropology and—oh yeah—trying to publish a book, they’re just plain annoying. In fact, every time I sit down to write something, I find myself annoying. And that’s where the real trouble starts.  Every blog-worthy idea seems stupid.  And once those stupid ideas start to pile up, it’s like what’s the point? Fortunately, bitchiness makes for good blogging.  And Burlington Coat Factory has just given me a very good reason to be bitchy. I’m due for a SUMMA evaluation later this month, which means a bunch of external auditor folks will be coming to my class with clipboards and checklists.  It’s the not the first time I’ve been through this sort of thing—we got evaluated all the time at The School—but it will be the first …

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In Search of Beaujolais

On Sunday morning, I had a brilliant idea. “Let’s go to Trader’s Joes!” I tell The Wedding Date.  “The Holiday Beaujolais should be out by now!” The Holiday Beaujolais is somewhat of a tradition in the Richter household, and it’s only sold during the holiday season, hence the name.  My dad always drives up to Princeton to load up because they don’t sell wine at the Trader Joe’s in Pennsylvania due to the state liquor laws and since TWD lives in New Jersey, I figured we could save my dad the trip. (Plus there was that minor incident on Saturday afternoon when my tire blew out on my way to rehearsal and my dad had to come rescue me on the side of highway…) So TWD pulls out his smart phone, finds that the closest Trader Joe’s is in Shrewsbury and we head out. Every time I visit him, I feel like I’m going back in time.  As we make our way north, things start to look familiar. “Are we in Tinton Falls?” I ask. …

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Wedding Stationary? What Wedding Stationary?

We’re in The Wedding Date’s car on our way out of town for the weekend when it suddenly hits me. “Oh my God I forgot to tell you!” I exclaim. “What?” “They’re having a clearance sale at Ten Thousand Villages—including stationary!” The Wedding Date fails to comprehend the importance of this statement but with my friends getting engaged by the dozen these days, I’ve been spending an ungodly amount of money on Ten Thousand Villages stationary. This is because Ten Thousand Villages stationary is the best.  Its fair trade and handmade and—wait for it—the wedding cards come with little bride and groom figurines on the front made out of recycled soda bottles by an artisans’ collective in Kenya!  They’re so pretty that the card itself is practically a gift—at least that’s what one of the sales associates told me when I purchased my first for Date #7’s brother’s wedding last fall.  “These cards are a great choice,” he assured me, “you can frame them afterwards” and seeing as said associate was extremely well-dressed and sporting …

Is 26 Old Enough to Buy Your Own Socks?

I have issues with tissues.  And socks.  And tampons for that matter.  As in I never remember to buy them—any of them— and whenever I find myself in need (by which I mean dire need) I end up wandering around the house, raiding various closets and pantries while ranting, “Why hasn’t anyone bought any f*cking tissues/socks/tampons?” It never occurs to me that I could simply purchase my own tissues/socks/tampons until I’m stumbling around with cold feet and a runny nose and really, who wants to go to Target then? I have been to no less than seven drug stores in the past week (mainly in order to acquire the best pick of the half-priced Valentine’s Day candy) and not once did I remember to buy tissues. Nor did I think to pick up some extra socks while I was raiding the half price bins at Target. (What can I say?  Chocolate is generally the main motivation behind any and all trips out of the house.) Instead, I keep “borrowing” socks from my mom and anxiously …

All I Want For Christmas is Someone to Use My Shower Gel

Remember last year when Landlord gave me this for Christmas? Maybe not, so I’ll refresh your memory with a quick blurb from last year’s post on the subject: For Christmas I received, amongst other things, the Bath and Body Works 2010 V.I.P. Bag.  It contained (also amongst other things) a bottle of Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel.  “Great!” I thought.  “The next time I have a man over to spend the night, I can present him with his very own bottle of Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel!”  (I will lure him in with my new Secret Wonderland Fragrance Mist and he’ll be so impressed by my coordinated His and Hers shower gels that he’ll drop to his knees and propose on the spot—either that or he’ll wonder just how many men have helped themselves to a dollop of my Twilight Woods and will flee the scene. Well, to those of you who’ve been following the progress of my Great Date Experiment, it will come as little surprise that my Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel has …