I scored a faux Prada bag in Chinatown while hunting for bellydance ephemera in a rainstorm.
The quality actually isn't bad considering it was practically free. The lady who sold it was nice and it turns out we share a mutual aversion to people who hawk loogies on sidewalks. �If he was in Singapore�� She started, then I finished her sentence, �He�d be arrested!� She was like �yeah!� and I was all �yeah!� Yeah.
With all the money I saved on fashion, I'm buying a little penthouse -- a different place than I mentioned before. It's really just a shoebox with a roof, but it's all brand new and right in the middle of town, and did I mention it's a penthouse?!? Small, but quality, yes? I was never much the picket fence type anyway.
HB's mom is pissed and says we need something bigger for kids. So HB finally told her we're not having kids. Which is nice, because I'm tired of always being the one to destroy her fantasy. But I can call her grandma if it makes her feel better. :)
Now all I need is an underbust corset and my life will be complete.
2:15 p.m. - 2009-02-18