What I'm NOT Buying This Weekend

Jacqueline Dress- Anthropologie- $98.00

Old & New Necklace- Anthropologie- $218.00

Full Bouquet Clip- Anthropologie- $18.00

Sigh. Oops, did I accidentally forget to dress for the 21st centry, oh well...

Last week I was sitting pretentiously reading in a used books store, this week I may be sitting at my typewriter clicking away to the sound of the static and muffled words of the radio that was sitting dustily in the corner. But, if I have a typewriter in my little old-time-ey fantacy, don't I need:

The Clickity Typewriter Of My Dreams- eBay- starting bid $24.00 mere dollars

I can imagine myself pounding at the keys, in that dress, and that clip, and those pearls, but my image is spoiled by the buzzing of the computer moniter in the backround, the sound of Muse's (the best band to ever live- sorry adults but don't I have to have a little teenager in me?) Matt Belamy's piano solo in Butterflies and Hurricanes dancing it's genius way to my ears, and the modern air that unfortunatly always seems to hang annoyingly in the air.

I was born in the wrong time- but that doesn't mean I can't dress for the time I should have been born in...

The Things I Won't Miss About My Hair

I'm about to chop off about 10 inches. I've developed a very personal relationship with my hair. The tips have been to Paris; they still smell like tobacco smoke and chocolate. The Middle has been to Hawaii; a little blonder than the rest from the hours I wasted attempting to get a tan. I've been "about to cut it" for about a year now. I never thought it was particularly long until I found myself avoiding shaking my hair so often- it was starting to hurt. Moving my hair was becoming a big production that requires much effort and neck muscles.

My hair is ridiculously thick like my moms. At birthday parties when we are doing makeovers I have always secretly found pleasure in watching girls' faces fall as they twine their fingers around my ponytail and notice it's healthy circumference. I've always wanted it long, just because mom did not advise it. It is unbelievably hard to manage, how I envy those who can flip their hair without worrying about pulling a muscle or getting slapped in the face by deep-fried-blond (I straighten my hair a tad too much).

When it's off I won't have to worry about:

Having to screw my head back in the right position,

Having to navigate my way out of my own hair,

Or being mistaken for a blond troll doll.
(Photos by Margo)
I will miss you hair *sniff*... fare-de-well

What I'm NOT Buying This Weekend

I was accompanying my mother on her shopping trip. This was no ordinary shopping trip; we purposely fell in love with objects that we would/could never buy. The place was Studio 77, the most painful, yet somehow insanely gratifying, place to not shop. I followed along on my mother's heels, like a loyal puppy, digital camera at hand; just her daughter with the less popular blog.

I first looked at some pendants, they were like stamps someone would find on some one's Hogwarts invitation. They each had a letter, the stamped silver was even asymmetrical, as if they were stamped without unrealistic perfection. Now, it is commonly known about me that I think I was born in the wrong time. I wish I got to wear those billowing hoop skirts, now only found in films and historical reenactments. I could imagined it dangling from my neck like I was about to be mailed off to the 1600s, I took a picture, and in my mind, I'm wearing it, in spite the fact that my name does not start with a "K".

My second item to not buy were these lovely glasses. I, much to my disappointment, am no longer visually impaired. I would absolutely love to wear glasses, but while I had the chance, I was too eager to move on to contacts, and for some reason my vision improved. I can imagine myself reading, in a used bookstore, with coffee wearing these glasses, others would glance over at me, noting my sophisticated, pretentious, ways.

But wait, if I am pretentiously sitting in a used book store, don't I need a pen to mark my book with to make me look/be even more sophisticated looking? One mother's day we bought mom one of these beautiful pens to match her new office (the good ol' days where people had money) I have been caughtt staring at it; somehow believing that if I wrote with it I would instantly become a better writer. These are not just mere tubes with ink, they are sculptors filled with ink promising passing genius ideas onto paper.

Now, because this was not just an ordinary shopping spree, I went kinda overboard on the accessories:

Meaningless Deatiles: I actually have no idea how much I saved my estimate is around $800 though.

What I'm not Buying This Weekend:

Life in the Short Lane’s Margo (also my mother) thought of a brilliant idea to frugally buy stuff without money! In reality, we’re not actually “buying” anything, but it’s just as fun! Well I had to adopt my mother’s idea- how could I ever lose the opportunity to imagine myself adorned with all of the clothes I may never need but want insanely?

My first item is a beautiful dress. It’s price for people who don’t have blogs is $608.00.

Now I need something for my blog to wear with the dress so ($278.00):

To finish it off I need a bag ($68.00) to carry all of the babysitting money that I did not spend so:

Now I can say I've saved $954.00 this weekend. It feels great to help out with the economy!

Lily, Disney Princesses, and Natural Selection

While reading on my back porch feeling extra sophisticated with tea and one-handed book reading skills, Oreo, destroyer of all, lurked in the shadow of the bird feeder. This deeply concerned the lovely Lily the labradoodle resulting in the most intimidating bark to ever escape any dog of her adorableness’s chops. Oreo, also a part time domesticated cat, decided she wanted nothing to do with it- not because she’s genuinely intimidated- she wasn’t in the mood.

At this point all of the cute, fuzzy creatures crawled out of hiding in a fashion worthy of an old Disney movie. A chipper little bird perched on our feeder with a song, it may just be my exaggerating nature, but it almost seemed like the bird was thanking Lily. Lily stood there, the feared and loved protector of all, with her little chocolate nose towards the wind and the bird- just watching. She was not causing any disturbance; she fit right in. I, on the other hand, received nervous glances from the squirrels, birds and even Lily every once in a while. Though I was lower on the food chain than most of them (herbivore), Lily was still trusted more.

Why can’t animals follow the Disney movie examples? If my life was a Disney movie the episode would have gone sort of like this:

I stroll through the forest with my beloved canine companion, Lily. I start to hum a random tune and some brave bird chirps in, of course in perfect harmony. A misanthropic kitty is hiding in the corner and Lily invites the cat to join the song. At this point my meaningless melody develops into a slightly more meaningful song with lyrics. The chorus of us sounds loud and the original brave bird perches on my finger and then slips with adorable cuteness.

I excluded the part where I somehow managed to put myself in mortal peril to be saved by a prince charming; not even Princessparkle would ever. I also ignored the fact that I can not sing for the life of me, this is Disney right?

It is no wonder Disney princesses and their singing companions are extinct; natural selection at work. How would any of these creatures ever survive?

Just another day of me wishing I was a princess…