1/30/2011
Pillows
I went pillow shopping at Target, and settled for a one that featured a label: "For Stomach Sleepers." But really...what in particular would make a pillow specially suited for a stomach sleeper? Do the manufacturers/advertisers of these pillows really think we are that impressionable? A pillow is a pillow is a pillow, thank you very much....and I am still trying to figure out why the tag may not be removed except by the consumer, under penalty of the law: "Yeah, I'm doing hard time because I ripped the label off my pillow.....{sirens in the distance wailing}" Anyway...I am getting delirious from sleep debt, so off to la-la land on my special STOMACH SLEEPER PILLOW......aahhhh.....
1/29/2011
My $1299 bridal gown is on sale at the Goodwill Store for $79
I think back on what kind of jello my brain must have been composed of at the age of 25: the typical twenty-something oh-my-god-some-of-my-friends-are-getting-married-and-i'm-almost-30-so-I better-get-married-soon horseshit. Just like a scene out of My Big Fat Greek Wedding. (And girls...is there anyone finer looking than John Corbett's character in that flick?)
My parents immigrated to this country in the 1950's when my brother Michael was 2 years old. (He'll be 57 in a few weeks..holy crap!) They worked hard at their optical business...good ole Protestant work ethic. Even though they lived in Mendham (ka-ching $), they were always very thrifty in that Olde World way, and taught us never to use credit cards or buy stupid things. Naturally, the idea of a dress costing more than $1200 was ridiculous to them, especially my father. (And, if you really looked into my heart, you could have seen my own tortured thought bubble: "...it's only made of silk, not spun gold!") Upon hearing the cost of this prospective wedding dress that I just had to have, my father said in German: "Are you out of your ever-loving mind?"
But, I HAD to have it. (cue: "But Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa now) So, in the interest of perpetuating every girl's dream that included the perfect wedding and marrying Prince Cheating...(uh, oops, sorry...Charming)...that beautiful dress was purchased from Gwili Ann Bridal in Summit, NJ.
And, 16 years later, after a gloomy divorce, I brought that same beloved dupioni silk gown to the Denville Goodwill Store in a large white cardboard box. And now it is on a plastic coathanger with a tag for $79, crushed and stained among teal prom dresses. Dust to dust.
Signed,
A Former Material Girl
My parents immigrated to this country in the 1950's when my brother Michael was 2 years old. (He'll be 57 in a few weeks..holy crap!) They worked hard at their optical business...good ole Protestant work ethic. Even though they lived in Mendham (ka-ching $), they were always very thrifty in that Olde World way, and taught us never to use credit cards or buy stupid things. Naturally, the idea of a dress costing more than $1200 was ridiculous to them, especially my father. (And, if you really looked into my heart, you could have seen my own tortured thought bubble: "...it's only made of silk, not spun gold!") Upon hearing the cost of this prospective wedding dress that I just had to have, my father said in German: "Are you out of your ever-loving mind?"
But, I HAD to have it. (cue: "But Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa now) So, in the interest of perpetuating every girl's dream that included the perfect wedding and marrying Prince Cheating...(uh, oops, sorry...Charming)...that beautiful dress was purchased from Gwili Ann Bridal in Summit, NJ.
And, 16 years later, after a gloomy divorce, I brought that same beloved dupioni silk gown to the Denville Goodwill Store in a large white cardboard box. And now it is on a plastic coathanger with a tag for $79, crushed and stained among teal prom dresses. Dust to dust.
Signed,
A Former Material Girl
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