Sunday, November 30, 2008
Anyway, I went back to work in the reject cubicle (the girl I was subbing for came back...I tried to ignore her co-workers' exclamations of joy) and finished my day by laminating hundreds of tiny things. I was about to leave when I looked down at my wool sweater dress and realized I had brushed against a newly retouched wall. I saw the sage green streak and loudly yelled a choice word ("shiz"--it was my last day, after all). Serendipitously I had an extra dress in my backseat, changed in the parking lot, and took my dress to an eco-friendly dry cleaner, where I was given a 50% survival rate for my dress.
Adding to that the fact that I found out I only took home 60% of my actual temp wage, Thanksgiving could not have come at a better time. Early Christmas, pumpkin pie, thrifting, and little Reese put that day far in the past.
Posted by Malorie at 8:53 PM
Monday, November 17, 2008
I add things to my Christmas list a lot.
By the way, what do you do when you are in a store alone? Almost always I am the only customer, and I know I have no intention of buying. I say hello to whoever is working there, and proceed to browse while pretending no one is looking at me. I always feel a little awkward. And once a dachshund tried to attack me.
Posted by Malorie at 9:43 PM
Saturday, November 15, 2008
But my parents are 50! Yes, they have the same birthday.
Happy birthday, I love you both so much! Listing your wonderful qualities would make this too long of a post, so just know that my parents are amazing people.
However, buying a vacuum for your birthday isn't too worthy for turning a half century. You may take a cue from Jon and me and buy an accordion, or you could get something equally ridiculous and/or frivolous.
Posted by Malorie at 5:13 PM
Thursday, November 13, 2008
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Happy birthday Mere. Even a night early, I'm probably not the first to say it, but what about the first in Oregon?
Posted by Malorie at 11:24 PM
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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Saturday, November 8, 2008
Jon is much better at this than me. Look at those eyes! He is selling that sweater! Or he is staring deeply into your soul.
I don't mind admitting that I like reality shows. Modeling/fashion based reality shows. But for all the shows I've watched--ANTM, Petra's "Model Life," Project Runway, The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency, 10th and Ocean (Don't you judge!)--models are constantly whining about how "hard" their job is. And yeah, if Tyra's making you hold a tarantula between your teeth while being dangled above a pit of stilettos WHILE frozen in a block of ice, that might be difficult. But real modeling is usually a simple recipe of a cat-like pouty face, an eastern European pedigree and a diet of red bull and cigarette butts. Easy. At least that's what I thought. I met Jon for lunch a few days ago, and also decided to take some pictures of a bunch of sweaters I'm posting on the etsy shop. It had to be done, and how hard could it be? I don't have a Slovakian cat-like face, so I had Jon cut my head out of the pictures. 15 minutes later I felt embarrassed, frumpy, and very JC Penney catalog-esque. There was no face involved, and yet I struggled. I just felt so dumb, standing on a sidewalk getting my pictures taken between joggers on the sidewalk. It was a tortorous, humbling experience. I hate it when Tyra is right.
Posted by Malorie at 11:52 AM
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I wasn't going to go political, but how could I let such a historical night go by without comment? I live for election night. It's a night I forget my jaded feelings about politics and am amazed at the democratic system in our country. I love the fact that people can have such different political ideas. I love that my dad has not disowned me.
And I'm kinda relieved it's finally over. If only to stop the Smith/Merkley ads.
Posted by Malorie at 9:37 PM