Mortimer's Mom

justifying the jeans

remember the jeans from a few weeks ago. If I ever needed any justification, my buddy Swoops has given me plenty of ammunition!!! check it out, it's hilarious!!!

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Starting tomorrow, my husband's family will be getting together for EVERY meal for 4 days in honor of a Bar Mitzvah. If I survive, I will let you know how it went and most importantly, what I wore!!!

True Religion

oh come on! you know I had to buy them! That is, I had to try them on first. I did not think they would look good on me, I really didn't, but oh, they did.....

so I bought them and I wore them to the beading party. But I was still the geek trying to fit in with the cool kids, though less geeky than back in my highschool days.

twins and no flake

She's here. she showed up and promptly swept a hapy Dumpling to the park.

And I'm wearing the twins. Did you think I could actually leave a pair of Campers in a box for a whole day? These babies need to breathe! Plus, the Fly London ones are actually going to make a good base for a dressier outfit I need to put together tomorrow night for a fundraising evening I must attend.

the red ones, if you must know, are Indigo by Clarks, are positively cheap compared to the other ones and are readily available everywhere.

which-ever shall I chose?

Tomorrow is going to be a very hard day.... I'm going to have to make a horrible decision when I get up.

• Shall I base my day around these:
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• (which actually are not that dark, more Camel, but I couldn't find them online anywhere)

• Or shall the day revolve around these:
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• Shut up! Don't even snark me or email me about the people who lost everything and there I am buying TWO pairs of shoes in one day.... I know! The guilt! I did originally pick three pairs and then just couldn't bring myself to buy 3 pairs in one shot, so I left these behind:
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• I know, my materialism has reached new heights....

Curves

Today was a day of indulgence for me. After a morning stroller walk to the bank, where Dumpling did her usual rounds entertaining the tellers, I took her home for her daily Wiggles while waiting for the babysitter to show up. In July, we had a nice girl named V come over Monday and Tuesdays from 11 to 4 to entertain the child while we ran errands. But we must have paid her too much, because she up and left to travel through Europe. After 2 weeks sans-babysitter, we were starting to get a bit overwhelmed.

I'm struggling to keep staffing issues at a minimum with the early retirement of two of my girls at store #1 and the return to school of every single person at store #2. So Dumpling's entertainment was falling by the wayside, consisting mostly of runs to the grocery store. Thankfully, another girl named M, who has babysat for us a few times in the past, came back from her own travels and is available to give us two 4-hour periods a week, just on different days.

Sooooo, today M came at 11 and I left to go work on some stuff at store #1 with a new girl. She's thankfully very, very smart (I only hire severely over-educated people: she's a bio-chemist who's earning money for a year before starting med school!!!), so she didn't really need me very much. With a babysitter at home, I headed over to the mall and sat in the dark with Jessica Simpson in very short shorts. She's a very curvy girl... but I am not a 14 year old boy, so the movie was only so-so.

With an hour to go before I could return home, I decided to go to the GAP. I love GAP. I'm a GAP whore. I especially love the discount rack at GAP. I have gotten some amazing stuff off the discount rack. But today, I perused the new jeans selection. Man, they have a lot of new jeans. I tried on a pair of flat front trouser types that I had hoped would fit me like a glove, but they fit more like a soggy mitten, so I skipped.

From the new styles, I had my eye on the straight cut, because I really like the wide waistband and the fabric was soft like flannel. But the anorexic 14 year-old sales girl came over and told me I should probably try on the *curvy* ones, that they would fit me better... nothing like a insult disguised as a helpful tip. I wear a size 6 for heaven's sake!

Well, I tried them all on, and take that you skinny little girl: the curvy ones looked like hell on me, while the skinny ones fit perfectly! I mean, I do look curvy in them, I'm a woman and I've got hips and an ass, but I do not need to be reminded of that fact by a kid who thinks anyone over a size 2 is big!

We use our powers for good

In my last post, I sent you over to the article that had me and my gals up in arms.  Things got pretty heated over there, we weren't going to back down. We were all speaking on behalf of our children (and ourselves, of course).
And you know what, today, we got our apology. If even one reader *gets it* and changes their way of thinking regarding adoption and finances and refrains from asking someone at the store how much their child cost, it was all worth it.
That's what a bunch of adoptive mothers and mothers-to-be can do. So if you have a battle to fight, send it our way, we only use our powers for good (well, except for that one thing, but nobody knows that's us.....)

On to the Dumpling. She's still sick, though her mood has improved tremendously and she's back to being a naughty 2 year-old. It was mommy's day at home today, and by nap time, I was exhausted! So when hubby got home this afternoon, I treated myself to a rare manicure. I don't have long nails, but they came out pretty and... clean! Let's see how long that lasts.

Finally, on a fashion note, i just want to tell you this breaking news: Green is the new orange, which was the new pink. Never mind all the turquoise you see everywhere, the new color is green. I now find myself with 2 cute spaghetti-strap tops in green (one mossy, with sparkles, one minty and satin), and a green striped belt. 3 items in one week. the last time that happened, I went all pink a year before pink was in. So when everything is green next year, just remember, you heard it here first.

Killer Shoes

No, I don't mean cute, pointy high-heels, I mean actual shoes that tried to kill me...

Last week, before the grand opening party, I rewarded myself for all my hard work with these cute Hush Puppies:

I wore them for half a day, they were super comfortable. So I wore them for the day of pre shooting that turned into the 16 hour day..... and got a wicked blister at the jjoint of my foot and my big toe. No biggie, I'm a tough cookie and I get blisters every spring when I start to go sockless....

Except this particular blister refused to cooperate. First it poped, then it oozed yuckiness, and yesterday, it started to throb. Last night, at 4 am, I woke up with a foot that was throbbing, red, and the size of my head.... and I have a big head.

Remember the heedyot carpenter of extreme house blah blah who got a bad blister that got infected, I hauled myself to the nurses office this morning, only to be promptly referred to a doctor. 2 hours later, I was on antibiotic for an infection in my foot that if untreated, could spread....

Killer shoes indeed! (PS, they will also kill continuity: I wore them for the BEFORE shoots, but I'll be darned if I wear them for the rest of the shoot! so on Aug 6, when you watch me, keep an eye out for the killer green shoes!)

Signs of Spring

If you are lucky enough to live south of here, signs that Spring has come might be flowers blooming, pretty patent-leather shoes or a new shade of lipstick. If you live where I live, in a north-eastern Canadian metropolis known as Montreal, Spring has a different arrival warning system.

Last week, the first sign hit us, right in the nose. For you see, when the weather warms and the snow begins to melt, not only does it leave behind all the detritus that had gotten buried in its fluffy whiteness, but it also brings... an odor. I don't know how best to describe this odor, but on the way to Schul last Saturday, I asked my husband if he thought the neighbours dead grandmother was suddenly rotting in their backyard, so strong was the stench of spring.  Of course, my neighbour isn't hiding a rotting body (that I know of), the stench comes from the last autumn leaves that nobody picks up on their lawn when the first snow comes, combined with all the dog-poop that bad dog owners don't pick up during the winter. When it all thaws, it's gross.

The second sign of Spring in Montreal is when the weather stays above the 10 degree (Celsius) mark for 3 days in a row, long enough for restaurant owners to clean their outdoor patios and Montrealers go nutty and eat lunch of spend an afternoon on a Terasse. Sure, they have to wear scarves and mitts, but the sun is out and so are we!

But the true sign of a Montreal Spring is all in the fashion. Gone are the heavy winter coats and the truly comfortable orange Uggs (I admit it, I love them), and out come the shrunken blazers and the pointy shoes. It's still too chilly for sockless pointy shoes, which makes for interesting footwear selection. (yesterday, I wore said pointy shoes with pink socks with hearts on them..... the day before, the brown pointy shoes were paired with dark green kneww-highs)

The outfit I put together today can best be described as demented spring-chic. I have paired my Anthropology moss-green with turquoise embroidery skirt with a dark purple cardigan and lilac tee. it's not bad, sort of hippy/trendy. But then, the below the skirt part caused me some problems. I wanted to wear heels, but I have heavy lifting to do at work, so flats it had to be. I happen to have a pair of matching moss-green slip-ons that are just adorable. But I don't have green nylons (thank goodness!). and I do not own nude-pantyhose. Even if it was warm enough to go bare-legged (which it is not), the whiteness of my legs would scare away customers. So deep in my closet, I found a pair of sheer-ish denim-colored pantyhose, which sort of pick up on the purple hues of the cardigan. So from bottom to top, that would be green, purple, green, lilac, purple..... Like I said, demented spring-chic......