Unlike Madonna, I've never really been a "material girl." Let me be clear (in my President Obama voice)...I LOVE clothes, shoes, purses and other useless material items but I'm not big on brand names. I could care less if it's Juicy Couture, Gucci or Mossimo. I shop for quality, comfort and a bargain. But ladies and gents there is one brand that I feel like I need to purchase in order to reach a certain status level. This may be completely due to my 248 upbringing and I think I notice it more since my trekking around 202. The point is I haven't "made it" yet and I won't until I purchase a damn Northface.
Back in the day it was Starter jackets that gave you status but I have no clue how much those cost. I'm willing to bet it is no where near the hundreds that a Northface costs.
I am happy to report that my 5-year-old niece, K-Geezy, has reached this level thanks to the bargain I found at TJ Maxx over the holidays (but her size is always cheaper - she had an advantage).
I start my second job next week and you better believe I'm saving my pennies in order to be suited in Northface come next winter. What's your status?
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I'm sharing my adventures from the D to the District, random thoughts, experiences living with Fibromyalgia, frustration with grad school, and exactly how I feel about the craziness going on in this world. I promise to keep it really real and I hope you learn something or laugh while here. And please...comment! ~Smooches, misstorilynn
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Monday, January 31, 2011
Monday, June 21, 2010
One Woman and a Car
Nevermind Two Men and a Truck... I'm one woman with a car.
I'm a Holmes' and if you don't know about us Holmes' women, you should learn. We are a breed of women who get ish done.
So yes, I packed up Blair (my 2009 Saturn Aura) and moved into my new apartment in the District. Now because I'm out here trying to stay afloat - I only had help for about three hours on Saturday, which meant it was up to me and Blair to get the rest of my warehouse of clothes, shoes, and random a$$ stuff into this tiny, but character-filled English basement (True definition: A closet that DC Realtors has tricked folks into thinking it is an actual apartment).
I've been doing this moving thing wayy to much and too often with little help. Side note: I do it because it needs to be done and I can do it, but WTH? I get a little rinky tink (a Burpism)with the male species when it's time for me to move and they all go ghost.
It might not be so bad if I didn't have enough to fill a four bedroom home. When I tell you that I have no clue how I've accumulated so much stuff, you probably wouldn't believe me. Burpis thinks I should be on that A&E show "Hoarders," but it's not that. My best explanation...I'm a Virgo.
Virgos go hard at everything. So when I like something - It's damn near an obsession.
Shoes, Clothes, Purses, Scarves, Books, Trinkets, you name it and I have too much of it. Every time I cleared an inch of space - I realized had more boxes or bags to bring in.
But, I did good, and Blair is excited to be clean and empty again. Looking forward to not moving again until I have one all of the above: a graduate degree, a rock on my finger, and home that I own.
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