I just have to say that I don't think the fact that I like nice clothes is my fault. I mean, it definitely has something to do with my need to shop and my love of fashion, but it is something about the actual fabric that makes me addicted to it. I totally get this from my mom, who has more fabric than Fabric God, who I am sure is very well-dressed. I just like the way things feel, and I think that I project my internal view of myself onto the clothes, and literally think to myself "I will not be doing right by myself if I don't have this. It is obviously meant for me, and I will honestly regret not buying it." I understand this is shallow, but I am so not alone it is not even funny. But the thing is that I really don't care if it is a freakin' Chanel shirt, if I can see through it and it looks like only a person who wears a size 2 could pull it off, forget it. The fabric has to look high quality and it has to be reasonably priced. This is why I love Old Navy right now. I know this is like the third time I have mentioned it, but seriously, just go. Now. I want to end this little tirade with a story my mom used to always tell me so I wouldn't feel bad about spending my entire paycheck at the Gap. When I was a little girl I was very well-dressed by my mom and Grandma, and the outfits usually involved frills or ribbons, which I adored. My mom told me that my elementary school teacher used to always say that she could tell when I got a new dress or leggings because I wouldn't pay attention in class the first day I wore it, I would just sit and smooth my dress. Feel it, make sure there were no wrinkles, and basically touch the fabric. It is just me, and I guess as long as I am not letting this particular personality situation run wild at Dior, I am good.
So THE MOST exciting thing happened at work last Thursday! Jessica GOT ENGAGED! Jason drove all the way down from OK to surprise her. When he got to the Museum one of our summer workers David called up to our office and I just said "hello" and I guess he thought I was Jessica. He said "There's someone here for you with flowers." I knew it had to be fore Jess, and it just took a second of me thinking about it to understand what was going on. I ran downstairs, and saw Jason, and thankfully Jess was in the other building so it was a COMPLETE surprise. Jason was hyperventilating slightly, and as soon as I made sure he was here to propose, I ran upstairs and got the camera and my keys so we could go to the other building. On the way up I ran into Joy, and once I told her the deal she was in a panic too! THEN the phone rang and it was for me, but I was frantically trying to get the camera so I told Joy to just take a message, but it turned out to be Jason's sister. She wanted to make sure I was taking pictures, and once we assured her we were totally on it, we took Jason to the other building. It was just magical. We kind of stood in the doorway out of earshot so they could have their privacy but I could still take some pics. Of course she said yes, and below are some great pics from the moment.
Yet another crazy thing that is happening is that Jess and I are going to see Coheed on the Van's Warped Tour on Saturday! We are both SO excited, and have been listening to Coheed non-stop the past few weeks to get psyched up for it. This will be the second time I have seen them live, but the first for Jess. She is going to FREAK, and I am glad I get to be there to see it. It will totally be worth all the bug bites I am going to get.
OMG and Harry Potter comes out tomorrow. I literally can't think about it I am so excited!
There is of course other stuff, but I really need to go to bed. Mom and Carol got back safely from Germany and they are coming up tomorrow to fill me in on everything that happened and share pics and such. If I can just get through the next three days, happiness awaits me at the Smirnoff Center...
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