The good news to which I alluded a couple of weeks ago is a new job (same organization, different division, somewhat new function) so I've taken a week off to clear my head before starting on Monday. Note: Only crazy people vacation during the coldest winter in 40 years, when they live in Canada and when they aren't hopping a flight to, say, St. Barths. Add to the mix that I have been valiantly struggling with a winter virus - presque fini! - and my kid was home for two days, also sick, and this little hol. doesn't seem like the best bang for my leisure buck. Of course, silver lining, I have had ample opportunity to read the blogs.
M went back to school a couple of days ago - her idea - upon realizing that the alternative was not so much webkinzworld.com as napping with the blinds shut. Which liberated me to go on a little "K's on vacation" lunch and shopping jaunt. The shop I hit, I only had energy for one, was American Apparel, a place about which I am highly conflicted. In general, I think the clothes are cheap, the staff negligent, the corporate policy dubious, the figurehead appalling and the ad campaign offensive.
What can I say, I'm an unprincipaled woman who embraces contradiction.
In truth, the reason I made the trip (it's in my neighbourhood, across from the cute lunch place, so really not such a stretch) is because I've been somewhat influenced by the rapturous reviews of bloggers everwhere of late. Admittedly, most of those bloggers are 15 years younger than me and they live in Europe, but I've got to say that I like what they're doing with those retro leggings and pull-up socks.
Cut to me, in a brightly lit changing cubby with a canvas drape that doesn't close, preening in a pair of black matte, high-waisted lamé leggings, singing Love Is a Battlefield (quietly). You know, there's something compelling, as I stand at the cusp of middle age, about a tight pair of rocker pants channeling Pat Benatar or Patti Smith or some other anthem chick originally christened Patricia (by her presumably pious mother), whom I remember hearing on hit am radio circa 1979.
Reader, I bought them. Lord knows what I will wear them with, though the blogs will no doubt show me the way. Call it a sad case of me going Crazy on You :-)