To be a Witch, ah, there's the fun.

[bloodsong1]

For it is by being a Witch that I end up with smoking deals.

I took myself out to lunch at the Rose Garden today. It was a leisurely lunch and I nicknamed one of the waitresses "Pixie" because I could not remember her real name to save my life. She agreed to the nickname and now I have a handy mnemonic device for her! Score.

After lunch I browsed the consignment store, as is my wont, for it is depriving oneself of half the fun of this place if one does not. And while I browsed, I came across an outfit. Rarely do I see clothes in this shop, least of all clothes that appeal to me and might even fit.







Why, yes, yes I AM pleased! I've felt rather elegant all evening and actually considered revisiting my Cross Stitch O'Doom. And then I took it out and realized WHY it's called Cross Stitch O'Doom and said, no.

For the record, this lovely number retails, so I'm told, at around $200. I walked out with it for $50.

*SMUG*

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