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In Which There Is Primary Objective Fail, But Success in Side-Quests
We attacked the mall this morning, the goal being to buy ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sweh's birthday present. (HIS BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! SEND HIM LOVE!)
However: I had not the least idea that a simple, unadorned, not-large gold watch is now considered passé for men. Even the high-end stores were full of enormous wrist-shields encrusted with disgusting amounts of bling; and I say this, I who am legendary for my magpie tendencies. About the only model on sale which approached the desired specs was by Radu, and therefore the price tag is about equal to one of my paychecks. (Awfully handsome piece, though.) I found an awful lot of watches that I'd like, including some really spiffy bronze-y models from Fossil and a necklace-watch from Coach (!!!) that was a padlock on leather whipcord, but nothing for the birthday boy. Feh.
Although defeated on that front, I cut a swath through the Bisou Bisou section of Penney's, and came away with two jackets, a skirt, and a sheer wraparound blouse; all of which, between leftover gift card and their "doorbuster" 50%-off-before-1pm sales, I got for a grand total of $25. OH YES I DID. You may bask in my aura now.
(In other news, I think the department stores are, ahem, managing expectations on sizes again. Diet and exercise are proceeding well, yes, but there is no fucking way a skirt of size N should be almost too big for me. No.)
sweh's birthday present. (HIS BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! SEND HIM LOVE!) However: I had not the least idea that a simple, unadorned, not-large gold watch is now considered passé for men. Even the high-end stores were full of enormous wrist-shields encrusted with disgusting amounts of bling; and I say this, I who am legendary for my magpie tendencies. About the only model on sale which approached the desired specs was by Radu, and therefore the price tag is about equal to one of my paychecks. (Awfully handsome piece, though.) I found an awful lot of watches that I'd like, including some really spiffy bronze-y models from Fossil and a necklace-watch from Coach (!!!) that was a padlock on leather whipcord, but nothing for the birthday boy. Feh.
Although defeated on that front, I cut a swath through the Bisou Bisou section of Penney's, and came away with two jackets, a skirt, and a sheer wraparound blouse; all of which, between leftover gift card and their "doorbuster" 50%-off-before-1pm sales, I got for a grand total of $25. OH YES I DID. You may bask in my aura now.
(In other news, I think the department stores are, ahem, managing expectations on sizes again. Diet and exercise are proceeding well, yes, but there is no fucking way a skirt of size N should be almost too big for me. No.)