shopping

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…

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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…

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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…

Trader Joes wine

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…

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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…

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…

A Good Deed Equals GREAT Cleavage

I have issues with Victoria’s Secret.  Seriously.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve attempted to purchase myself a decent bra only to stumble out of the store bewildered and empty handed twenty minutes later wondering why I even bothered to venture from the outlet mall clearance rack in the first place. I’ve been…