{hands full of happiness}: Fashion Emergency

The Darndest Things

C (Explaining to Eli and Si school fire drills): You have to go outside, and you can't talk, because, if you open your mouth, you will get fire in it.

Silas (at the Costco fountain pop machines): I want BEER!!!

Me (while dousing the hot dogs in ketchup): What? Did you say you wanted beer?

Silas: Yes.

Me: It's called ROOT beer, Silas. We don't drink beer. (Loud enough for all to be assured that my 4 year old doesn't drink beer.)

Silas: I call it BEER!

Silas: Mum, you got borned some really awesome kids!

Jared: Silas, come here.
Silas: Me no Silas, me Si-la-guy!

Silas (pointing to bone on the side of his ankle): Mommy, rock. in. my. foot.
Me: It's not a rock, it's a bone.
Silas (incredible distressed): Oh no! Mommy, BONE in my foot!

Silas (when the sun went behind a cloud and the room got darker): Mommy, dark?
Me: Ya, the sun just went behind a cloud.
Silas, very sad: Mommy, me miss da sun.

Silas (At 1:30 in the morning after he has been sleeping terrible due to a stuffed nose): Uh oh
Me: What, is your nose broken?
Silas: Yup, two them broken.

Me (at dinner time): Eli, have you been wearing your t-shirt on backwards all day.
Eli (without skipping a beat): No, but I've been wearing my underpants on backwards all day.

Eli (the first time he sat in his brand new, ridiculously expensive but totally safe car seat): It's like way comfortabler. It's like a pile of clouds I'm sitting on.

Eli: I know why the world turns. It's because the sun is so hot, and the world is a guy, and it doesn't like being so hot, so it turns around all the time to cool off.

Eli: You know that stuff in your eye? It's Jell-o, and it can see stuff. I know, because I touched it.

Eli: There's a skeleton inside my body that talks to me and tells me all the things that are good.

Me: Eli, pull up your underpants, it's not polite to walk around with a bare bum.
Eli: I don't have a bare bum, mum.
Me: What exactly would you call it?
Eli: A person bum.

Eli: Mum, will you button my pants and pull up my...um... bug?

Eli: Silas is such a little "Duke-ter." Me: What's a Duke-ter, Eli. Eli: Someone who eats all the 'Mo' so I can't have any.

Eli: Why is there toilet paper all over the yard. Me: 'Cause dumb teenagers didn't bother to find out if Auntie Phoebe was home or not, and now we have to clean it up. Eli: Grandma's going to be really mad. Let's eat them alive: crush their bones and drink their blood. (I promise, I don't know where he got that one.)

Eli (when I was wearing a dress that kind of makes me look preggers): Mommy, your 'mo' looks ugly when you have sisters in your tummy.

02 June 2011

Fashion Emergency

I went to the mall tonight. I never got to the mall. I especially never go to the mall without my kids, which means I never go to the mall and actually look around. Tonight I did. And, I didn't like what I saw. First of all, I saw that while I have always fancied myself a pretty fantastic fashionista, I don't have a single item in my wardrobe that could be considered new and hip. Seriously. My wardrobe 90% of the time is jeans and a t-shirt. That's it. I try to wear cute t-shirts, not over-sized, make my body look like a square, t-shirts, but still, it's just jeans and a t-shirt. My attempt at 'the summer of no pants' is failing dismally, and my self esteem after window shopping tonight is following it. So, what's a girl to do? Problem number one, we have no money to deal with my suddenly pressing fashion emergency, so really, short of ripping up the clothes I own to create new wonders, shopping will continue to be a futile experience. Problem number two, I'm afraid I just don't have it any more. I wouldn't even know where to start. Maybe I should start ripping up? Maybe I should pray for a giant bag of barely worn hand-me-downs from a rich relative to land on my head? Maybe I should just go wash my jeans so I can wear them again tomorrow?

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jennJune 2, 2011 at 6:21 AM
I stumbled upon a yard sale last summer where a teenage girl in front of a million plus dollar home was selling clothes and purses. She had a table and a heap of clothes in front of her. No change, no signs...just her, her lawn chair and her phone that she texted on the whole time. She was selling her clothes because her dad told her she couldn't get any more until she cleaned out her closet and gave to proceeds to a charity.
I picked up arm fulls of the hippest "teen" clothes of 2010 (which should still pass for semi cool in 2011) for $20.00 (it would seem she isn't overly charitable and she shoved my offer into her pocked without even looking up). Giddy all the way home...(I think that was the week that I admitted I didn't know who lady gaga was...) at my new possibilities of being fashionable once again (ignoring the size labels on the tags of course...) they sit in a box waiting for me this summer...when maybe I will be able to squeeze those size 2's over my not so size 2 thighs....

Good luck in your fashionista challenge (plus you are shopping at a very hip mall (the Eatons center downtown Vic?) so that is a hard one to compete with...
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JolayneJune 2, 2011 at 7:28 AM
I need to go thru my closet and get rid of stuff that doesn't fit me anymore. I'm guessing there might be some stuff that fits you (skinny lady). I'll pass on anything that is cute (there's a lot of not so cute stuff that I'll not pass on!). So, I'm not a rich relative, but I'm sure not wearing everything in my closet!
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Cassie GaddJune 2, 2011 at 5:30 PM
Maybe it's an age thing, but I just went through the same experience. The funniest thing is that I was just telling people I just need hand-me-downs. I think my 13 year old sister-in-law is close to growing out of some of her stuff. I keep dropping hints. Pathetic. Good luck.
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akathemomJune 3, 2011 at 12:07 AM
ugh. I hear yah.
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