The Dream Dress: Final Answer
I’ve found my dream dress. It’s even better than my dress actually. Technically speaking, I didn’t find it. My mom did. But it’s AMAZING. I’m not…
The Case of the Hol(e)y Underwear
PIC has a thing about my underwear. As in he hates it. And I can’t say that I blame him… I do take a bit of…
His Love of BJs
My fiancé is obsessed with BJs. And no, I’m not talking about the sexual act. I’m talking about the store. The damn bulk warehouse store. I,…
The Plague of Stuff: We Buy, Who Pays?
Towards the end of every semester, I ask my anthropology students to conduct an inventory of their closets. It is both a nod to In Small…
Travelhoppers Goes Beyond Harrods: The Lowdown on London Shopping
Harrod’s may be the most iconic of London’s retail establishments, but don’t let that keep you from visiting other locales. If you’d rather avoid the crowds…
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.…
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…
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…
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…
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!”…
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…
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…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 