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Vera!

Okay, so thanks to Kebsy, I have a Vera Bradley addiction. I want a new one, the Bali Blue is seriously adorable. I’m debating on a Libby, a Morgan, or an On The Go in that print. I just ordered some clearance stuff on her website last week, but Robert said he didn’t mind if I went and bought a new bag anyway – the last one I have is a Betsy in Mod Floral Blue, and that’s a 2007 print, and the clearance one I just got is in Night Owl, which of course is a fall print. I try to explain things like this to him, but all he hears is “blah blah new purse blah blah 60 bucks.” Then normally he does the usual male rhetoric of “You already have a bunch of purses, why do you need a new one?” and I try to explain to him about accessories and changing seasons/trends and new styles, but all he hears is “blah blah new purse blah blah 60 bucks.” So I’m quite pleased that this time his response to the blah blah is to go, “okay whatever babe, I know you have a substance abuse problem with purses.” Possibly this is because he doesn’t want me to explain the difference between spring and fall handbags again, but I’m okay with that.

So today we will be going out to the borders of Pungo to the one store on Southside that seems to actually HAVE the On The Go in Bali Blue, and an assortment of other bags in Bali Blue (Fiore in MacArthur has NONE! The savages!), which means we’ll probably stop in at Aunt Molly’s for a bit to say hi, and then we might just head down to the beach for a few, although it’s supposed to be quite chilly today. There’s another store in Virginia Beach that had a few Bali Blue stuff and swore they would order any bag I wanted, so if I don’t find what I want in Store A, we might hit Store B as well, since they were so nice about wanting my business.

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It is a hobo suit…

I turn thirty this year. In about, oh, T-minus 5 weeks. My friend and belly dance partner, K, is turning 30 two weeks before me. We’ve been talking about our impending 30s quite a bit and what it must mean (primarily, that we probably shouldn’t run around dressing in tight and skin-baring clothing when we go to the club like we were still 21, and also that we probably shouldn’t go to the club at all, because it invariably makes us annoyed at the little 19 year olds and start saying things like “teenage skanks” and “these kids today” and then we feel even more old). Some of the things we talk about quite a bit are eye cream, the need for; and personal style, the evolving of.

In my quest to both become a grown-up and not look old, I have bought a good eye cream (not good like K buys, because she’s got a rich husband and can buy $200 eye cream), made by Noah’s Naturals, which is one of my favorite companies, because I don’t like parabens and other bad chemicals on my skin. Unless they come from Sephora. I’ve also been considering my own personal style. I’ve always been very eclectic, throwing hippy and Hawaiian and surf together, and apparently that is not as ok when one is 30 as when one is 20. So I plan to go through my wardrobe and get rid of things I no longer wear, am too old to wear, or don’t fit in with my own personal style, and evaluate what I want to look like as a woman in her 30s. This is a work in progress right now. I will update as this particular project progresses.