I Forgot to Title This Post

I have been so insanely busy and crazed this week that when I get home from work, if I don't put on sweatpants immediately, bad things will happen. Significant others will get irrationally angry answers to innocent questions like "what do you think we should eat for dinner?" and "do you know where my iPod is?" These are the days of our lives, the days when even comfort and sweatpants and cookies and couches and TV don't keep the crazies away. There's something that always helps, though: packages in the mail. Packages of shoes. I'm going to get to some shoes, but I have to begin at the beginning.

As you can tell, I wasn't exactly put together when the day started. My sweater is barely pulled down to cover my belly (I feel weird about using the word belly. But I just can't bring myself to use the word "midriff," even if the word belly might sound kind of gross, gross like I am about to tell you one of my aches and pains as opposed to clothing.)

Before:

The most disappointing part of my day was discovering that this well-matched necklace snags on my Missoni for Target sweater and creates tiny little pills that are now imperceptible to others but known to me. It is terrible if you are as in love with this sweater as I am and have slight OCD like I do. Why this necklace wasn't higher quality, being so cheap and from Forever 21 and all, I will never know.

Put a jean jacket on it.

Cardigan: Missoni for Target, $50
Cords: Madewell, $14
Patent Boots: Desu Couture, $20
Jean Jacket: Old Navy, $20
Necklace: Forever 21, $6


I kind of love the phrase "at the end of the day," or "the thing is, is..." When somebody says one of those things, you know that's what about to follow is going to be a) brutally honest and b) probably pretty gossipy, because saying "the thing is" before you say something pretty rough and tumble doesn't make it suddenly analytical. I feel like L.C. said it a lot on Laguna Beach/The Hills when she was psychologically analyzing her terrible friends and other people she didn't like. Lo liked to say it a lot too when she was agreeing with whatever Lauren said. 

Don't get me wrong, at the end of the day, as long as I get some shoes, there is a good chance I will return to work tomorrow.  The thing is, online impulse ordering and then desperately trying not to track your package so that it shows up like a present once you've forgotten about it is the best thing ever.

After:

I'm not really awake, but I own these shoes. At the end of the day, that's all I care about.