Friday night I had a massive craving for a milkshake, coleslaw, and french fries. Last week was particularly brutal on the hematology-oncology service (that's all I'll say about that), so I promptly came home Friday afternoon and slept for four hours, only to wake up with cravings. Romeo graciously served as my partner-in-crime, a vital role seeing as my bum rear passenger tire decided to transform into a flat. Boy, is that man amazing at changing a flat tire at 11:15 PM in the pitch dark! Someone's got some Abita beer coming their way.
Saturday, it was off to the tire dealer for a new (non-matching tire). I had some time to kill so I wandered the nearby mall and scored big at Ann Taylor Loft with a $14 top (originally $48) similar to this one below, itself a giant copy of this J. Crew piece. (Yes, I like ruffles. So?)
A digression: the year before I went to medical school, I decided to reinvent my wardrobe. I knew that I would be expected to dress professionally and that my four years of being a lab rat left me with little options. It seemed like the perfect time to spend the money because I was actually making money at the time, rather than living on negative dollars, as I do now. So, I bought two books to help: The Pocket Stylist by Kendall Farr, and A Guide to Elegance by Genvieve Antoine Dariaux. The latter is really a relic from the 1950s, but I loved the Tiffany blue cover because it reminded me of my beloved Tiffany's Table Manners for Teenagers. I cannot tangibly express how these books helped me, but they did...maybe in understanding things like hemlines and classic silhouettes vs disposable trends?
Anyhow, I've always had a love-hate relationship with Ann Taylor Loft. There were girls in college who seemed to magically transition from undergraduate to lady-like alumna in the course of our senior year, and they always wore Ann Taylor Loft (and the Harvard pearls, natch). I'd set foot in that place, however, and get hives, like oh my gosh, I'm shopping at Ann Taylor Loft. You need to be psychologically well-adjusted to shop here.
But recently, I've discovered some fun websites, including Fab Finds Under $50, the Budget Babe, the Look 4 Less, Budget Chic, and Emily Style. (Okay...I read a lot of blogs.) Reading these sites, one realizes there is so much fashion plagiarism in the world, and yet...who doesn't love Forever 21? If you're feeling guilty and want couture at affordable prices, there's always Gilt Group.
So...thanks to my obsessive reading of knock-off fashion blogs, I conquered my fear of Ann Taylor. The rest of Saturday was spent doing nothing much, except obsessing about this hot fudge recipe from Smitten Kitchen.
Today, I was in by 6 AM, frantically rounding on my 3 patients. Then it was off to the local library for some studying. But it was too nice to stay inside, so I drove to the famous park (an Upstate version of Central Park) and read/napped for three hours on a picnic blanket in the sunshine. And so I just had to make hot fudge. Verdict? Amazing flavor, but the butter did not properly incorporate and now I have a layer of butter on top of my fudge after it cooled in the refrigerator. Delicious, but gross.
And then the reward. A clean apartment and ironed clothes. 4:30 AM comes early, y'all. Good night, dearies.
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