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If I didn't have such wonderful friends I wouldn't be having a dinner party at a 3 star restaurant for 17 PEOPLE!!
That is awesome.
However, when I get the urge to go purse shopping, YES, PURSE SHOPPING!, shut up, I can't call any of those 17 friends up and say "Hey, want to get together after work?". There's two main reasons for this. One, everyone lives AT LEAST 1 hour's drive away. Second, I have two children. One of my friends has one child. Everyone else is either child-less, or has grown/in high school children who can bloody well take care of themselves.
Wolf was my Best Friend. He could dress me, and dress me so well I felt like a knockout. He didn't mind going clothes shopping with me, because he liked to see me try on new things and would give me an honest opinion. Like the Mrs. Beaver dress I found at Target one night that fit wonderfully from the waist down and looked like an empty bag from the waist up. Queenie does not have boobs of her own. She has to borrow from Vicky's.
Now that he's gone, I have another Best Friend. She cannot go shopping with me because she has trouble walking. Anyone else is just too far away.
I want to go get a pretty wallet with a shoulder strap so I can use that on the weekend instead of my big honking work purse. I want to poke around stores I haven't been in before, like Portabello Road or Talbot's or Our Country Hearts. I want to go find the gray pantsuit I've been seeing in my Golden Mirror Meditations. I want to strut out of a shoe store in Fuck Me Boots.
I do NOT want to do any of those things alone. But I don't see any other options. My sisters in law I love dearly, but I don't like how they shop and I don't trust them to be honest with me. I'll let Mama A buy me work pants next month for my birthday, but she'll be busy wrestling children, so I'll essentially be shopping alone anyway.
It hurts. It hurts so damn much that now that I have the circle of friends I dreamed of in college, any hooking up has to be planned at least a week in advance and I have to either have my friends put up with my children or beg for a babysitter. I can't be spontaneous. I can't just GO and DO.
I hadn't realized how much I wanted that freedom. There was a little of it with Wolf, but I always felt guilty asking him to feed the children because I would be home late from a hair appointment. And he'd still call me to make sure I was all right and to say he missed me.
I'm sure I'll feel better once I get back on my proper antidepressant dose.
That is awesome.
However, when I get the urge to go purse shopping, YES, PURSE SHOPPING!, shut up, I can't call any of those 17 friends up and say "Hey, want to get together after work?". There's two main reasons for this. One, everyone lives AT LEAST 1 hour's drive away. Second, I have two children. One of my friends has one child. Everyone else is either child-less, or has grown/in high school children who can bloody well take care of themselves.
Wolf was my Best Friend. He could dress me, and dress me so well I felt like a knockout. He didn't mind going clothes shopping with me, because he liked to see me try on new things and would give me an honest opinion. Like the Mrs. Beaver dress I found at Target one night that fit wonderfully from the waist down and looked like an empty bag from the waist up. Queenie does not have boobs of her own. She has to borrow from Vicky's.
Now that he's gone, I have another Best Friend. She cannot go shopping with me because she has trouble walking. Anyone else is just too far away.
I want to go get a pretty wallet with a shoulder strap so I can use that on the weekend instead of my big honking work purse. I want to poke around stores I haven't been in before, like Portabello Road or Talbot's or Our Country Hearts. I want to go find the gray pantsuit I've been seeing in my Golden Mirror Meditations. I want to strut out of a shoe store in Fuck Me Boots.
I do NOT want to do any of those things alone. But I don't see any other options. My sisters in law I love dearly, but I don't like how they shop and I don't trust them to be honest with me. I'll let Mama A buy me work pants next month for my birthday, but she'll be busy wrestling children, so I'll essentially be shopping alone anyway.
It hurts. It hurts so damn much that now that I have the circle of friends I dreamed of in college, any hooking up has to be planned at least a week in advance and I have to either have my friends put up with my children or beg for a babysitter. I can't be spontaneous. I can't just GO and DO.
I hadn't realized how much I wanted that freedom. There was a little of it with Wolf, but I always felt guilty asking him to feed the children because I would be home late from a hair appointment. And he'd still call me to make sure I was all right and to say he missed me.
I'm sure I'll feel better once I get back on my proper antidepressant dose.
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Date: 2011-02-04 03:48 am (UTC)Also an issue with shopping. I'd love to go with ya :)
But I'd get envious a bit since you could wear all the cute tops!
But I'm pretty honest when it comes to that stuff, and walk easily 3-6 miles in a day, and I have a pretty good color sense..
So when I get my act together, I'm taking you shopping. Well, at least accompanying you shopping. Watch out :)
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Date: 2011-02-05 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 02:19 pm (UTC)Boston's got some great shopping if you wanna come visit. 'Ehhh???? <3
~MF
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Date: 2011-02-05 12:00 am (UTC)How does April look for you?
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Date: 2011-02-05 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 10:53 pm (UTC)I can judge whether something looks good on someone else, though, so I could at least give feedback in that sense.
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Date: 2011-02-05 12:02 am (UTC)