A day off in what seems like months! Jackson and Jon are napping together in the bedroom, an activity that is becoming more and more frequent recently. It completely melts my heart.
The store got completely torn apart by an uncharacteristically blowout ridiculous sale and inventory, and I finally got some time to rescusitate, merchandising-wise. I was beginning to get that “I’m out of control” feeling when I walked in every day, and it calms me to at least have a LITTLE bit of cohesion. Kayla did one wall in eye-popping neon (I want pot-head eighties surfer neoprene EVERYTHING for spring, bytheway) and I did a little self-pleasuring by way of an entire wall decked out in nothing except for ACCESSORIES, with two mannequins done up like Elizabeth Taylor to boot. One with a purple YSL dress, tonsss of chains, and a vintage fur shrug. Another in a saffron Mayle top (RIP), a black pencil skirt, and some ridiculously hooker-y Courtney Crawford colorblocked patent leather stilettos. Pics to come.
Speaking of duds, Jack got some great ones from his auntie sissie, from reformschoolrules.com. I love this one:
Because he reminds me of a little gorilla sometimes, ‘sept for when he screams like a banshee.
Speaking of, a pic of him in his elf hat, anyone??
Tee hee. I know.
So, Christmas steals and deals, everyone:
Ash pump, 69.00, at shopbop.com.
Doo.Ri dress, 50% off of 110.99, at UAL FQ
Jil Sander pump (also in croc pump, ankle-strap, and ankle-boot versions), 30% off of 220.99. These were Taylor’s favorites on the Rachel Zoe Project, and would be my favorites if my legs weren’t so chunky!
Elizabeth and James faux-fur shrug at shopbop.com, now 175. (I think it’s a steal.)
Pour La Victoire bootie for 75.oo! Shopbop.com.
I’ve also ebayed a few pieces at the suggestion of my friend B., which I strongly suggest for you recessionistas.
My family is at the beach this weekend, and I wish I were there. Floating around in Destin would be absolute perfection after a hectic holiday season, management blowups, inventory delerium, and a BABY for chrissake.
Today, we got our own little escape in the Gumbo Shop, which is my favorite spot for homemade-tasting spinach dishes and the most scrumptious fresh fruit daiquiris in the French Quarter. I’m in love with New Orleans as I traipse around the street, hearing the gutterpunk’s music fade in and fade out again, watching psychics tell khaki-clad tourists their fourtunes while gesturing wildly with a cigarette. I remember about two years ago, my husband (then boyfriend) and I were wandering around the Quarter at 2 AM following a metal show at House of Blues. I remember enjoying attending those shows because it was such a release from my super-starchy (and toxic) job at Perlis. I at least felt like a human being while going with Jon to those shows, someone who had at least an iota of a choice to make. I was creating lots of pieces at the time that had to do with the madness associated with the modern social construct…basically, I was angry at work and having to work. I digress: we were in the Quarter and went up to a random old man, and he explained to me that I wouldn’t be doing what I was doing now, but what I would end up doing – and what I SHOULD end up doing – would be a decision based in creativity and love for the profession, not money, and the money would come.
I love revisiting memories like that and seeing how little things, in hindsight, sometimes tie in to a bigger story.
In the meantime, it would be nice to have some good front-porch conversation. I’m hoping that can be more frequent!