Cashmere...

Chadwick's has CASHMERE sweaters! That's what I wanted from Macy's. Oh, my gosh! I'm so happy. (I need a new dog...so I can name her Cashmere. Isn't that pretty name?) Anybody who has read my blog for any length of time knows about these shopping frenzy moods I get into. Then the next thing you know...I'll be clearing clutter and freezing my spending habits. Until the next bout of retail therapy is required. Cashmere! And cute tops...and velvet jeans. I'm holding out for the day that I find pair of jeans or pants that actually fits perfectly. I'll buy ten pairs just because it has never happened in my lifetime...I feel pretty confident that I'll never have to fork out the cash to buy ten pairs of pants or jeans at once. Just don't think it will ever happen unless somebody uses my body to design a pair of jeans. You know that's not a half bad idea. Hello...any designers out there? I so want to try everything that Philosophy makes. I need to make a list. I guess it's a good thing that we don't have a Philosophy store here in town. But I think the Internet is probably a lot more dangerous for serious shoppers like myself.

My next dog was going to be a Bloodhound and I was going to name her Mamou. But now, I'm thinking a little fancy-smancy princess named Cashmere would be sooooo precious. M will not like this idea. I'm telling you right now. I'll be shot down faster than you can say "SKAT."

I started my Christmas shopping in earnest today. This is a good year...we only have five school teachers, a bus driver, and two CCD teachers. Last year, I think we had like nine school teachers, a bus driver, and three CCD teachers. I'm thinking I'm going to make up a beauty gift bag of some kind. I ordered the Raspberry beauty stuff from Avon...and I think I'm going to find some kind of little bag or box craft for A to make and make up the little gift set. I'll work on that.

I saw some Grumpy pajama pants. Yes...M is getting a pair of those. Actually, I told him about them...and he doesn't seem to be as grumpy since...so I'm thinking he doesn't want to be known as grumpy...so this is a good thing. At least he's trying. Maybe I'll find some "Happy" pants for him, too. One year he got some Mr. Incredible boxers. I still don't think he understands why those drawers may me laugh my butt off.

I went through some pictures last night for my portfolio...and oh, my gosh. My girls have grown up so much. That's all I can say. A said that she teared up because "I was such a cute baby." Talking about me. What did she think I was ugly or something? Silly kid. Where the heck does she think she got her beauty from? Her daddy? Yeah, we just let him think that.