Wardrobe and Hair

Since I got to leave work early, I could go to my favorite little boutique for a few minutes. The problem is that when I take the shortcut from work, I am coming on the opposite end of the shortcut that I take from my house. What this means is that no matter how many times I go, I get lost. I have gotten lost so many times that it all looks familiar and right. Each time I vow that I will just map it out, write it down, and never have this problem again. Of course, when I finally make it there, I am just so glad to be there that I forget all about that pesky map thing.

My favorite boutique is a fancy little consignment store in the same area as the Amazing Mall (which has a Tiffany's, a new Lacoste, Betsey Johnson, LV, Nordstrom's in construction). I used to shop at Amazing Mall until I found Fancy Consignment. My favorite part is finding things that retail for between $75 and $1000 all in the same store. I never shop anywhere else. I LOVE living in a city where everyone loves to pay too much for everything and then gets tired of it really quickly. I got three dresses for Pretty Girl, a khaki-colored RL shirt (with a subtle logo...same color as the shirt-The Preppy Princess would be proud), and the most elusive of all...a pair of black capris that makes my legs look longer (who knew such a thing existed?).

I had to leave Fancy Consignment very quickly to make it to the Salon on time. I just needed a basic trim...deadends be gone! My stylist has red spiky hair, a snarky sense of humour, and is very gay--so, in a word, he is fabulous. He was featured in the local society magazine (oversized, gloriously pretentious) and we had to joke about that. He, of course, has amazing taste and was sad about my historic school being demolished. Before I knew it, he was finished. A few more laughs and a hug and I was out the door. When I leave, I feel like there should be a wind machine and some paparazzi because I always feel so glamourous. Sigh...love me a blow-out.