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This morning, on what has become a weekly trip to Target, I took a detour through the women’s clothes to see if their swim suits were marked down enough for me to buy a couple for next year.  They were not.

I have amazing peripheral vision.  Really, I’m not kidding.  I think my eyeballs are shaped really spherically or something because I can almost see behind me.  Or maybe my peripheral vision isn’t actually better than anyone else and I just choose to actually take note of those little somethings seen out of the corner of my eye.

Well, today I saw a pattern that appealed to me and so I approached to find a dress on the clearance rack with a price tag of $3.76.  From what I can surmise, the dress was bought online and returned to the store and they didn’t know how to price it because it was an “Online Only” item.

I didn’t try it on because I didn’t have time and for $3.76, even if I only wear it once, I’ll kind of feel like it was worth it.  I got it home, tried it on and immediately can see why it was returned.  The dress is not flattering.  At least not on me.  The more I looked at myself in the mirror, the more I thought I was resembling June Cleaver.  Hmmm…not a good look for me.I’m going to wear it out – I have to at least once.  Can I just say that I did not notice the puffy sleeves when I bought it.  That may have been a deal breaker.  I do not like puffy sleeves even on my 5 year old daughter.  Also, sorry about the lack of makeup.  I do not see a need for it on most days – immediately eliminating me from the Mrs. Cleaver roll.

That’s My Girl

Kamryn has a very unique sense of style.  She loves wearing dresses and she loves wearing bright colors.  She also prefers to accessorize with a more is more attitude.  I usually let Kamryn wear what she wants, when she wants.  On occasion, I have to step in and suggest a more seasonable ensemble – she has a tendency to want to wear strappy dresses in the winter and sweaters with velour leggings in the summer.

Last spring I had resized a bridesmaid dress to fit Kamryn.  It was a red, strapless, a-line dress that I added straps to, hemmed the bottom and took in.  I did a few rough measurements on Kamryn so I could make sure I didn’t take off too much and sewed it while she was at school one afternoon.  Considering my lack of sewing ability and vague measurements, it didn’t turn out half bad.

To say she was excited about her new dress-up dress when she saw it is a bit of an understatement.  She put it on and then suggested we go for a walk.  I know she wanted to show off her new garb and I was more than willing to oblige.  We ran into a few little girls on our trek around our condo and each time she received a nice compliment from them.  She graciously thanked her little admirers, just like any girl in one of her mom’s old bridesmaid dresses should do.

The first public appearance of the red princess dress.

A couple of days ago, Kamryn made a comment about wishing her red dress was a real dress.  I asked her what she meant since it certainly appeared to be a real dress.  She proceeded to tell me that a little girl in her class has a puffy red dress that she is going to wear to the Valentine’s Day Concert.  I could see where this was going.  They are supposed to wear something red or pink for the concert and she wanted to wear her dress to school.

We had already picked out her outfit a couple of weeks ago so I reminded her of the skirt that her grandma had sent her.  She said she still wanted to wear that outfit, but that she thought she probably wanted to wear her red dress to school too.  My first instinct was to make up an excuse as to why she couldn’t wear it to school, but then I thought, why can’t she wear that dress to school?  I know I would have been over the moon if I could have worn dress up clothes to school when I was little.  Unfortunately, I wore a green plaid uniform everyday and my only sense of style was displayed in the socks and shoes I donned with it.

I know Kamryn can’t wear the dress to school because it will be a huge distraction.  She would be constantly checking herself out in any reflective surface she could find.  She  would most likely request numerous trips to the bathroom where she could look in an actual mirror.  Not to mention the mandatory twirling that goes along with any long, full skirt or dress.  And while I like to think of my child as modest, I have a feeling she would be fishing for some compliments in regards to her get-up.  Nope, the dress must not be worn to school.

And so we settled for the next best thing…wearing her dress to Target.

What outfit is complete without some purple and pink Vans?


I have bloggers block!  My mind is a complete blank!  I was going to write about my trip to Target today and about 2 minutes after I started formulating that post in my head, I had this thought:  That is lame as shit!  This is like when I was a kid and we would get all excited to get out of our small, Iowa town and make the trip to Des Moines or Omaha to go shopping.

For the record, I wasn’t really excited about my trip to Target, it was just the first time I had ever bought groceries there.  Also, there are about 10 stoplights between my house and Target and I made it there with only hitting one red light.  I’m not making the compelling argument I think I am.  Am I?

At first, I thought that the post was lame, but then I started to think it wasn’t just the post, it was me!  I was the lame one.  That was kind of sad.  I thought I needed to completely revamp my life – give it a shot of steroids or something.  Then I realized that not only do I not need to do that, I shouldn’t.

I always love watching kids get so excited over minimal things.  My mom likes to tell people that she could give me a box of Kleenex and a bowl of water and I would play for hours.  I don’t doubt that, because my kids have been playing with the couch pillows for the last half hour.

I’m back to that state (hopefully not my second childhood already) where simple, everyday things are floating my boat!  I don’t have to search high and low for that thrill – I just have to walk outside or make a really good dinner.  Then, when I do have a night out, it’s a pretty big deal.  I was out last Thursday with some friends and didn’t get home until midnight.  For a girl who is usually in bed by 8:30 and asleep by 9:30, that is really livin’ it up.

I’m not sure how long this stage of easy amusement will last.  Hopefully, it lasts as long as it needs to.  Once my kids can be left to their own devices, Ryan and I can start living lives like those couples in the erectile dysfunction commercials.  I mean besides the obvious shortcomings, they are busy folks!  Boating by day and taking baths in side by side tubs on a cliff under the moonlight at night.  A girl can dream…