Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Seattle Was a Long Time Ago, Shiloh
Shiloh, this is the rest of that skirt. I found it at the Salvation Army, during what might be my most successful thrift store shopping trip ever.
Thrift store shopping, ugh, it's hard. I get all jazzed about it and then I walk in and I'm like, ugh, this is gross. But, it's near-ish James's work, and I dropped him off last Monday, and it was a dreary day anyway so I was like, why not.
I both wish you were there and am glad we didn't have to have a moment about who saw that sweater with the sheep yoke first. I don't need another Seattle situation hanging over my head for the next ten years. But mostly I wish you were there. You probably would have talked me into buying that Indian blanket to keep the car for picnics, which I foolishly talked myself out of. And you would have given this skirt a thumbs up. Perfect fit (med, petite), elastic waist, 80s styling.
Pair that with James's new shoes, and he and I were feeling preeetty pleased with ourselves Sunday morning. My only real complaint is that we walked into church, and, try as I might, I couldn't find you guys to sit next to. So we sat by ourselves and I ate the hershey chocolate I'd put in my purse for just such use.