Sorry I haven't posted for a while... life has been a bit crazy as of late. Not only because of Kirsten, but I've also been enveloped in school, wedding plans, church and (drumroll please) looking for an apartment!
Yesterday Job and I looked at some great apartments just a few blocks from school. The apartment building itself is a refurbished building from the 1940s...? Or so I'm guessing. It has a lot of the original 1940s details that only the daughter of a carpenter could appreciate (I'm crazy about the arched entryways... thanks Dad!). BUT... with the arched entryways comes tiny rooms, tiny kitchenettes, etc. Which isn't bad, altogether. I mean, back in those days people just didn't have lots of junk to store. The closets were tiny because, well, they only had a few shirts and dresses to their name. Ooohh... sometimes I wish I could live with that kind of secure simplicity. Well... considering our proposed budget for next year, I probably will have to! hehehe. "Simplicity" seems so easy, breezy and romantic... but let me tell you, "decreasing" is tough! In fact, yesterday I bought a new dress online. Is it a dress that I need? Of course not. But "logic" sets in, and I make excuses. Namely "I deserve it" is the choice excuse that comes to mind. But other favorites include "I need more dresses for church" (as if God cares about the variety in my wardrobe) or "Once I'm married, I'll never be able to afford new stuff!"
Hmmm... that last one might have some validity to it (I think Job would wholeheartedly agree!)... but nonetheless, it's just propagating my self-indulgence. Oh, Lord have mercy.
But in regards to housing, please keep Job and I in your prayers as we decide where our first little "nest" will be! I don't care that much about details or space, just as long as we're safe and have respectful neighbors, I'll be content.
(Cautionary note to all male readers: please do not mistake the following jibber jabber for a Pentecostal bout with tongues... I never have and never will speak in tongues. The remaining portion of this post is simply a rambling commentary on women's fashions--- and to keep from boring yourself, you might want to discontinue reading or enjoy one of the many archival posts that the Daily Grab Bag has to offer)
I think I'm the only 22 year old I know of who shops on ebay for April Cornell dresses. Most girls my age are shopping at Nordstroms for Manolo Blahniks and Louis Vuitton purses.... which is totally fine.
I myself am completely intrigued by the "Nordstrom," "O.C.," "suburban diva" culture. It probably has something to do with the fact that a) girls my age are not "girls" anymore, shopping in the juniors section for LEI jeans and 'All that Jazz' turtlenecks and b) my own mom was never overly concerned with name brands or fashions. The extent of her fashion preferences consisted of finding Woolrich sweaters at the local consignment store--and I love that about her!
So anyways, the whole houte couture (could someone PLEASE tell me what that means???) thing really fascinates me... not "fascinates" as in I'm captivated and therefore desiring to be a part of it. My "fascination" is more akin to a primatologist observing and studying a pack of chimpanzees. I could wrong, but I'm pretty certain that these Dooney and Bourke, Coach, Louis Vuitton purses are little more than cute status symbols.
We can draw one of two conclusions about the statements these female purse owners are trying to convey: 1) "I'm really rich" or 2) "I'm skinny because I'd rather spend my money on purses than food." Me? I'll take my Target canvas tote any day. BUT... should I ever come across a little "DB" imprinted purse at Goodwill....
...I'll buy it and sell it on e-bay for $100.
(note to any designer handbag owners: please note my jocular tone in regards to this post... I'd honestly hate to offend anyone who owns an expensive handbag... I'm just secretly jealous ;D)
5 comments:
The term "haute couture" is French--haute means "high" or "elegant" and couture literally means "sewing," but the phrase is used when speaking of the business of custom-made, high fashion women's clothes.
*Cough* Ahem...:)
...not that I know anything about this myself...
This made me laugh (the second part of your blog, not the first part). I also have the same fascination (primatologist with chimps type fascination) with watching others with expensive hand bags (and I would probably sell it on ebay if i ever found one at Goodwill, too). It is actually through one friend of mine that I can tell one brand from another... otherwise I would probably just think that all handbags are the same. And i will stick with my Carter $10 black diaper bag, thank you very much:)
Seriously, I know that the reason my sister and I are absolutely not into "fashion" is because of mom (also the reason why she and I don't wear make up). And I also know that it really doesn't have anything to do with whether or not I or she could afford it (because my sister can afford to be fashionable, she just chooses not to).
Karl--
Whoa... Does the "K" in C.K. Jeans stand for Karl? My cluelessness about fashion culture has just been reinforced. Hehehe. You sure know your fashion! That's so funny... thank you for the information!
:)
Jholder--
You know, you might have a point there... I'm sure you're not the first to have assumed so ;)
Christina--
I'm the same way. I wouldn't have even noticed the "purse culture" if it wasn't for my lovely, fashion-concious friend :) I remember commenting on her cute little purple purse, and she said "Thanks, I got it on sale for $80.00." I was amazed... and I've been "observing" ever since! :D
Momma--
Thanks for your comments :) I too have one of Dad's sweaters that he wore in high school... and another just like it that I found at the thrift store. Afterall, if you like something, why not get a double? Love you so much!
Thanks everyone for your comments so far! :)
Laura--
Old? Not at all! Backpacks just scream out "youth!". :D Now, a $595 leather Louis Vuitton backback might be an option...!
hehehe.
There is, actually, a louis vuitton diaper bag... how impractical (and expensive) is that? I could never own it because our diaper bag is always getting milk spilled on it:) I did have the diaper back pack but it died on us and so I have had to use a diaper bag (although, I am only leaving it in the car and bringing in my very practical (and name brand Nine West) black backpack purse... Paul bought it for me for our first Christmas... i would never have spent the $50 on it but i own it so i use it when i can.
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