Easter Sunday

Well friends another Easter has come and gone and an abundance of nougat filled chocolate eggs will soon be half price for the taking. I myself just purchased a surplus of Peeps. I am always fascinated at how religious people seem to get this time of year. People who are normally hungover til 3 in the afternoon on Sundays are surprisingly up bright and bushy tailed at the sunrise service. Those who normally only speak God's name with a dammit after it spend hours preparing the perfect Passover meal. Now don't get me wrong I'm not judging anyone for drinking or cursing because I am one who enjoys a glass of wine every now and again and I have been known to utter an F-bomb once or twice a month under my breath. I mean I work in Human Resources so that's kind of expected no?

Anyways I have a friend who was raised in a very religious Catholic family and married a Jewish man a few years ago. Neither one of them are particularly religious now as adults so they didn't make any plans to go to church with either family since they don't attend church with any regularity. I could understand that. I know that each family has an Easter tradition so showing up for church on Easter and Christmas to appease an ailing grandmother or persistent father is part of the game that some of us have to play to keep the peace. I'm not at all suggesting that those who go to church regularly are super spiritual or better than anyone else. There are people I know who are in a pew everytime the church doors are open but they are horrible human beings. I'm just saying that it's amusing to sit back and watch the show in a packed sanctuary that normally has an abundance of open seats on Sunday morning.

No one is perfect and you will never hear me claim to be. I do consider myself a Christian and for me that means following a very simple rule that is extremely difficult to do sometimes. For my people we believe that Jesus died on a cross and rose from the dead on this day as a symbol of God's unconditional love and forgiveness. I know it sounds a little far fetched and even a little like voodoo magic or something but that's the story. Since He did that for us we are also supposed to show the same kind of love and compassion to others regardless of how they treat us or what they believe. I'm not a Bible scholar and this blog is meant to be fun so I'm not going to change the regular subject matter away from fashion and vanity but I just made some observations that I felt like blogging about.

This week's obsession hardly needs an introduction. Jenna Lyon's J.Crew Creative Director & my fashion role model took the time to give us a 2 minute look at her coveted shoe collection. Above is a snapshot from a short video she took talking about where she gets the inspiration for J. Crew collections. Isn't this beautiful? It's like candy for the feet. I actually own one pair that is shown and it makes me feel like a real fashionista. They of course are far too nice to actually wear outdoors so really that just makes me a fool for buying them but they look great as I prance around my room in them.

The Real World

Occasionally MTV creates a show so addicting that it causes people neglect their jobs, children, spouses, and even personal hygiene just so they don't miss a minute of the action. Most recently they've had this success with the 16 & Pregnant/Teen Mom franchise and of course who could forget Snooki & friends on the Jersey Shore. All of these fantastically salacious shows would never have come to be if it were not for the 1st reality series that paved the way for party animals, pregnant teens, and Kardashians everywhere, The Real World. The series started in 1992 and the world has never been the same. They started out in New York with 7 strangers and used the same formula for each season but put the cast in a different city and each season was better than the last.....well at least for the first 10 seasons because let's face it it's been pretty sub par ever since. I don't care to remember how much of my teens & 20's I've wasted watching endless reruns of this show but I was reminded of those special times of laziness when MTV blessed me with a marathon of past Real World season's this weekend.

The funny thing about the Real World is that it bears no resemblance to reality at all. I do believe that they first few seasons were pretty real because they hadn't done it before. They made sure every race, gender, socioeconomic status, and sexual orientation was properly represented and then they turned on the cameras to see how things would play out. The first few seasons challenged people's political and religious beliefs and even broke some racial barriers. The show has since turned into a 8 week audition for VH-1's Celebrity Rehab (another show that was amazingly delicious for the 1st season and then just sad after that). Now that people know they type of characters they like to cast and the fame that can come from it, people are actually making a career out of becoming reality tv stars which takes the "realness" out of the show but you know I still watch it religiously.

Regardless of how ridiculous the show has become it has served up some great moments in reality tv history. There was of course Tami who had her mouth wired shut in order to lose weight and then was drug through the house by a towel screaming sexual harassment. She's now an ex-basketball wife proving their is life after the Real World. Ruthie left her mark on the franchise by being the first admitting alcoholic. I believe Trishelle blessed us with our first Real World pregnancy scare after hooking up with Steven sans condoms. Flora and Melissa from the Miami season...enough said. And my all time favorite the slap heard round the world when Steven slaps Irene across the face for calling him gay. Seattle was one of my favorite seasons because David dated Kira the casting director who also happened to be African-American and she gave up her job just to be with him. That was of course a foolish decision on her part but I loved seeing interracial couples on television. I also loved that season because Janet made smoking look really cool. If you really want to know London was my favorite because it had Jay Frank and I was in love with his sensitivity and general ambivalence. I was 13 don't judge me.

I must admit that a part of me would have loved to have some type of Real World experience in my 20's. When I lay in bed at night fearful of becoming my mother, it would be nice to have a memory of spending a summer in a tricked out house with 6 gorgeous roommates pretending to work for a food stipend, and making a series of bad decisions while drinking grey goose straight out of the bottle. Sure it may cause a problem if any future potential employers were to google me before deciding to extend a hire offer but maybe it would afford me free appetizers at Chili's if someone on the waitstaff were to remember me.

This week's obsession are these beautiful satin cap toe pumps from J.Crew. These scream adult girliness to me so naturally I had to have them. I will admit that I originally purchased them at only 15% off out of fear that they would sell out. It turns out that the size I ordered was too snug so I return them and when I went to order the next size up I found that they had been marked down 25% and then I got an additional 30% off of that price because they were running a promotion. I believe that was God letting me know that I needed them. These beauties are sitting in my closet patiently awaiting a proper spring day so that they can be seen in all their glory.

 

Self talk

There are pros and cons to being single and contrary to popular belief I try to spend most of my time focusing on the positives. Chelsea Handler reminded me of one of the positives during her recent interview with Oprah Winfrey. She was reminded of a conversation she had with a group of her girlfriends around a swimming pool and all of them had children except for her. While thinking about that day she commented on how nice it was to relax by the pool and not have to keep an eye out for drowning babies. I felt very much the same way this morning.

I ventured out to get a pair of boots on sale that I had been stalking for a few months and much to my surprise they were on clearance with an additional 25% off making a pair of $180 boots only $39.99. My excitement could not be contained. I am still on the search for an Easter dress so I thought I would try my luck at Von Maur to see if I would have the same ridiculous success that I did with the boots. They had a wonderful selection of new dresses for Spring and a helpful staff willing to schmooze me into buying something fabulous so I was in a pretty great mood. Then I entered the dressing room and was greeted by a screaming infant a few rooms away. I am always annoyed by this because really who loves hearing a crying child but I was more grateful that I wasn't the parent who had to deal with the noise. I never realize how freeing it is to shop childless until I see a mother with a stroller, a baby bag, a purse, and a handful of clothing options try to navigate her way through a department store.

While I was attempting to tune out little miss cries a lot, I couldn't help but overhear the woman in the next room talking about her upcoming wedding. She was getting married in May and brought her mother and soon to be mother-in-law to the store to try on dresses for the wedding. Her mother had spotted a gorgeous $400 dress on the sale rack for $150 while looking for herself and insisted her daughter try it on. She spent 20 minutes trying to decide whether or not she was going to actually wear it until her mother suggested she wear it to her bridal shower or the rehearsal dinner. The thing is her mother was buying it for her either way so I say bag it up and go on about your day. Anytime your parents offer to pay for something frivolous let them do it before they come to their senses and change their minds.

 While they were fussing over her designer gown and gushing about her groom, I stood there looking at myself in the mirror and feeling so insecure you could have written an after school special about me. I had on a great dress but all I could think in that moment was that I was ringless and manless and that girl out there had the dress, the ring, and the man. I promised myself I would stop letting these thoughts get to me but per usual I let my mind wander that way. I decided that the fabulous dresses I tried on made my waist look big so I put them back and ran off to find solace in the shoe department. No sooner than I picked up an adorable Nine West pump I was accosted by a woman who had just returned from her honeymoon in Paris and was buying a pair of Steve Madden shoes at full-price which one should never do. She was regaling the sales associate with tales of their amazing trip and I knew I had reached my breaking point. There was a time when I would run home and spend the rest of the day listening to Adele and crying in self pity but surprisingly I've gotten better about it. This time I went to Mrs. Field's Cookies, purchased two shamrock themed cookies, and ate them both in under 5 minutes flat. I know that's not much better than self-loathing through tears but it did make me feel better.

The road to confidence has been a long and difficult journey for me and today I was reminded that I still have a ways to go but I think the fact that I was able to acknowledge my ridiculous self talk is a step in the right direction. I just need to be able to replace the negative self talk with something outrageously narcissistic because a simple "Just do you girl" isn't going to cut it at this point. The next time someone asks me if I'm married I should shoot back at them "No, but I'm so amazing I'm considering marrying myself. If I did would you come to the wedding and buy me a gift?" That's a completely insane thing to say but it's a fun character for me to create and I believe my self-esteem would rise simply out of my creativity.

This week's obsession is this amazing peplum number called the Lowe dress brought to us by the esteemed Lilly Pulitzer. As you know I had trouble tracking down my size in that fabulous striped Eliza J dress so this is my runner up for an Easter dress. It is more expensive than the other dress but it's definitely a one of a kind. I have to order it so I need to make a decision within the next 3 days whether or not I'm going to buy it. If I do I hope it fits because I will not have time to exchange it and at this point I don't have a back up plan.

Online Hating

Last Monday morning The Sleeve came rushing into my office to fill me in on the juicy details of her weekend. Friday night she joined Match.com and subsequently spent Saturday and Sunday night chatting away with 3 different guys. She even landed a date with one of them for the following Friday night. She of course spent at least an hour in my office every day last week telling me about their conversations, dreaming about her possible futures with each one of them, and fretting about what to wear on her date. I indulged her because I could tell she was excited and it seemed like the neighborly thing to do. I was a supportive as an annoyed co-worker could be until she uttered those dreaded words, "Hey you should join Match and find you a man too!" I playfully stared her down and replied that I wasn't at a place where I was ready to try online dating because let's face it for me online dating is just an electronic form of rejection.

The truth is I'm not sure that I am at a place where I'm ready to start dating again after the debacle that was my last relationship and unbeknown to her I have already tried online dating and failed miserably. I have literally tried every popular online dating site there is and have horror stories for each so I no longer view online dating as a viable option for me. It would probably take about 10 different blog posts for me to adequately tell you about each failed attempt so today I will entertain you with one of my favorite online dating failures because it introduced me to sushi.

In an effort to allow him to remain anonymous, because he may have reached a point in his life where he would stumble across my blog post in a drunken google search, I will refer to him as YP because I met him through Yahoo Personals. YP was a recent law school graduate who had moved to the area from the East coast. He had taken a job working with the families of terminally ill patients to help them sort out their wills, DNR wishes, etc. It was very interesting to hear him talk about his work and he was very passionate about it which I loved. We also shared an affection for quotes from the tv show The Office which I think is actually what made him fall in love with me.....well fall in love with our webchats and phone conversations. To keep it casual our first meeting was at a Starbucks. On his profile he said that he was 5' 4" which is my exact height and he was not lying. I wore ballet flats in an effort not to tower over him in a pair of my fabulous heels but upon seeing him in person I discovered he wasn't just your average short guy. I have reason to believe that he was an actual little person who had had that limb lengthening surgery only he didn't have it done on his arms because they looked like they still belonged to someone who was about 3' 4". It was then I realized that I would be sentenced to a life of adorable flats so I wouldn't be taller than my date. I know I shouldn't think this way but I'm vain enough to admit that I did.

We had a few more casual outings that went well and he even took me to dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in town where I was exposed to sushi for the first time in my life. On our next hangout (because apparently in today's dating world you hang you don't date) he invited me over to his apartment. It was a tiny one bedroom with a mattress, a futon, a loaf of stale bread, and a psychotic cat. We cuddled up together on the futon to watch some obscure sitcom he loved that only came on WGN late at night and it was then that he inquired about my sexual comfort level. Actually he said and I quote "I have a healthy sexual appetite and I view it as an important part of a relationship." I found this statement very interesting because up to that point he never even tried to kiss me and after that pricey sushi meal he fed me I would have been more than willing. Intellectually I think we were a good match but I was definitely not ready to get physical. Not surprisingly a week later when I tried to open up to him to see if this "relationship" was going anywhere he said he was no longer interested in pursuing me in that way but that we could still be friends. By friends he meant that he would call me 4 months later and invite me to see the new Indiana Jones movie (which totally sucked by the way) and go dutch. Chivalry at its best! Needless to say we never spoke after that but my love for sushi lives on and I have him to thank for that.

This week's obsession is this striped maxi dress by Felicity & Coco. I've always been a supporter of a great maxi dress or skirt because it looks great on all body types, it's uber comfortable, and easy to throw on to look chic while running errands or grabbing outdoor seating for lunch with the girls. I really fell in love with the criss cross back that gives this dress a little something extra. I'm pretty sure I have to have it to take me into the Spring/Summer season but at least I know I will likely wear it every day.

TMI

I am a quiet person by nature and it is both a blessing and a curse. I don't feel the need to speak unless I have something to say which i find saves alot of time. Also, when you don't speak as often you are able to listen twice as much which has always aided me in every situation because the more you listen the more you learn. On the flip side, when people find that I don't talk very much they usually take the opportunity to vent, tattle, or share their deepest and darkest secrets knowing that the chances I would tell someone else are very slim. Others feel the need to fill the silence because it makes them uncomfortable. Unfortunately they choose to fill that silence with nonsense. I have had more extended conversations about weather and how quickly time flies than I care to remember. The funny thing is, I really enjoy talking to people that I like so it's surprising that people never assume from my silence in their presence that I simply do not like them. Everyone take note, if I'm not engaging you in conversation either I'm busy or I don't like you but more than likely I just don't enjoy your company.

I often find that people drift into my office and start talking about anything and everything because they don't feel like working and they want someone to listen to them. I guess I should tell you that I have a can on my desk with a picture of Lucy from Peanuts requesting $.05 for psychiatric help. I put that there as a joke but people still come in and sit down using my services yet not paying a dime. Had I demanded payment from everyone who entered my office I would have had enough money to buy myself a Chloe bag by now. Listen, no one loves hearing gossip more than me but some things I simply do not want to know.

Last week The Sleeve popped into my office to actually conduct some work related business but ended up telling me about the intricacies of her menstrual cycle. Apparently she has a heavy flow and needs to stay on the pill to control it although her brother who is in the medical field thinks that's unhealthy. At one point she actually prefaced her next statement by saying "Maybe I'm sharing too much". Yes, if you feel the need to say that before saying something to someone you are sharing too much and should probably just stop talking all together. Another co-worker stumbled into our conversation with a work related question and after getting her the information she needed from me, The Sleeve brought her up to speed on her period situation. In response our co-worker went on to let us know that she no longer has period issues because she is going through menopause. Had there been a window in my office I would have jumped out of it. After sitting through a 45 minute rant of how much someone hates their brother-in-law while I put together an Excel spreadsheet, I can safely assume that I will always have more information about people than I really care to know.

This week's obsession is this Burberry Prorsum Satin Bustier & Sequined Skirt. In the words of everyone's favorite skeleton Rachel Zoe "I die"! This outfit is fierce and nowhere near my price range but I love to look at it and imagine how many heads would turn if I entered the room wearing it. Well I assure you heads would turn because my thighs would be screaming for freedom and people would probably think I wasn't quite pulling it off but my arms are toned enough that I'd hope to draw their attention upward towards my non-existent cleavage.

Fly Away Home

One of the few perks of my job, besides a steady paycheck of course, is the amount of paid time off that we receive that is of course if you are ever able to find the time to take off. I used 3 of those precious days this week to spend time visiting my dear college friend Sarah and the newest edition to her family little miss Layla Hadlee. Sarah is married with 3 children under the age of 4 so many of my co-horts questioned why I chose to spend my vacation time in a house full of children in Minnesota in the dead of winter. On the surface I would agree with them as my idea of a fun Saturday night includes online shopping, Panda Express takeout, and a Real Housewives of Beverly Hills marathon because let's face it Beverly Hills is by far the best in the franchise. In reality, I actually love going to visit her because despite her taking on all the responsibilities of both adulthood and parenthood she has not lost her propensity to have ridiculous amounts of fun plus her children are adorable baby face angels. More importantly, when I visit I get to be part of the type of family that I always wished I had growing up but will never be able to create on my own. I feel at home.

Sarah drove an hour to the airport to pick me up amid having a sick child at home, a hungry 10 week old and a 2 year old in the back seat who is still having difficulty adjusting to no longer being the baby in the family. She still managed to have a fully entertaining adult conversation with me all while filling me in on the plans for my stay. The driving purpose of my visit was to see her baby as I had missed the customary newborn visit for her other two children. That evening I finally got to hold Layla because she was crying and I thought that picking her up would be a positive thing. I of course with zero baby experience made the situation worse as she began to scream the longer I held her. I have since learned that babies have a series of cries. These include the hungry cry, change me cry, I'm hot cry, I'm cold cry, I've lost my binky cry, It's too loud in here cry, There's a stranger holding me cry, I want more attention cry, and my personal favorite, I'm crying because I feel like it. Sarah of course knew each cry and didn't criticize me for not knowing what to do. I eventually got a smile out of her by clapping to the musical stylings of Katy Perry so I guess the trip wasn't a total loss.

While I was there I also had the pleasure of meeting some friends of theirs a couple with two children that were relatively new to town named Jonas and Katie. They of course turned out to be as cool as you would imagine a couple named Jonas and Katie would be which is much cooler than I will ever be. They both dressed like hipsters but not ironically which is a feat in itself and were very kind to me the strange single chocolate lady hanging around their friend's house. Sarah watches their two children a few days a week meaning there are actually hours a day that she cares for 5 children on her own. Let me tell you after witnessing that it indeed takes a level of multitasking I didn't know existed. Katie stopped by one day on her lunch hour to breastfeed her baby which also happened to be feeding time for Sarah's baby. There I sat relaxing in a recliner watching Kim and Kourtney Take Miami while Katie and Sarah draped in trendy breastfeeding blankets fed their children while discussing our incomprehension of Scott Disick's fashion choices and Rob Kardashian's rapid weight gain after getting dumped by Rita Ora.

It was in that moment that I realized how insignificant my life must seem in comparison. I know that comparing yourself to others is a suicide mission at best but how on earth do I measure up to that? The answer is I don't. I could have easily regaled them with my stories of online dating disasters and my obsession with Michael Kors spring line as a desperate attempt to seem relevant but I revelled in the fact that they too were reality tv junkies and for a moment I felt like we had more in common than not even if my feelings are completely delusional. Truth be told it is refreshing to see couples with children who still actually like each other. I see a lot of couples who stay together even though they're miserable and I can understand that because hey it's probably alot cheaper to stay together than give it a go on your own but honestly what is the cost of being unhappy and is it worth it? Sarah and her husband face quite a challenge everyday in raising 3 children but they work at it and more importantly they work together. He is actually capable of watching all 3 girls by himself and it surprises me how many woman would never dream of leaving their children alone with their fathers and that speaks volumes about their choices in mates. Yeah, I said it.

Other highlights of the trip included a girls night at the movie theatre to see Safe Haven complete with a $5 popcorn and soda special, a dance party in the living room with two adorable princesses, and a little me time watching Chelsea Lately in front of the fireplace while browsing my Nordstrom's mobile app. Heaven. They dropped me off at the airport were I enjoyed some Chick fil-a in my terminal and got close to finishing my copy of Mindy Kaling's book while sipping on ginger ale at 20,000 feet in the air. As a side note, how does any one ever truly enjoy anything at 20,000 feet in the air? I have to bring a book and eat a snack just to take my mind off the fact that I am hurdling through the air and some ungodly speed and sitting next to a possible serial killer who somehow made it through security to visit his mother in Topeka. In reality I'm sure the guy wasn't a serial killer but he spent the entire time on his laptop typing something in Mandarin which just means he's much smarter than me apparently to smart to even say hello. Rude much?

I'm back at home now and appropriately dreading going back to work in the morning. These are the times when I wish that I was in Sarah's position when my job would entail raising children instead of monitoring adult children who throw hissy fits muddled with curse words but then I remember that she spent an entire day making pita bread from scratch for gyros night and I become content with a life where I can choose to go without food for a week in order to spend that money on a dress I just had to have. I may or may not have actually done that last week.....  

This week's obsession is this Micro-tweed jacket I found at J.Crew. I fell in love with it when I first spotted it in their February catalog but then I had the pleasure of trying it on at the store yesterday and now I am full on obsessed. The color is goregous and there are so many options with this piece that it may actually be worth paying retail value but I somehow found enough self control not to purchase it and instead wait for a sale. Remember the Eliza J dress I obsessed about last blog? Well it has sold out online so I am patiently waiting a call from a Norstrom's in Bellevue, WA in hopes that they have my size in their store so I can pay full price and have it shipped to me. I know, I know I shouldn't pay full price but this just may be worth it, at least that's what I'll tell myself when I authorize the charge to my debit card.

The Hierarchy of Love

I'll admit it, I'm a fan of Valentine's Day. Yes, this over-commercialized silly Hallmark holiday puts the fear of God in men and unrealistic expectations in women and I'm not mad at it. I guess I should clarify that I am a fan of the children's vision of this holiday. When your a kid Valentine's Day is always awesome. You wake up and are fed some type of heart-shaped breakfast item. You get a new outfit to wear to school that day because your mother has purchased some heart infused spectacle for you to show off so she can take pictures for the memory book that you will one day burn in defiance during your teenage years. You get to decorate a shoebox in which you will receive a valentine from everyone in your class even your crush because it's classroom rules. You will then spend the entire afternoon with a sugar high because you've eaten more cookies & cupcakes than you could ever imagine thanks to the Betty Crockering of the room mothers (or fathers, hey I can be progressive). Upon your return from school, you receive more candy and small pink and red gifts from your parents &/or grandparents. Happy, happy day all around.

Valentine's Day doesn't become Satan's holiday until you are old enough to be considered a single adult. For me this happened once I reached college age. The campus is automatically split between couples and singles. You never remember feeling inferior until your roommate's bespectacled lover brings up a dozen roses and treats her to a fancy dinner at Olive Garden while your parents neglected to send you a care package with marshmallow hearts for the first time in your life. Girls begin noticing that the bigger the gift the better the attention and guys begin to notice that the better the gift the better their chances of getting laid.  Herein lies the hierarchy of love.

What's that you say? Love shouldn't have a hierarchy? Oh but it does and best of all it is measured by material things! The lowest level of love is the Valentine's Day card. It says I cared enough to go inside a store and get this and I may even mean the words that are inside. If it's a Hallmark card you really know you're loved. The next level is flowers. It costs more and the buyer actually has to call and have them delivered. If they are delivered to an office building you get bonus points because all of the receiver's co-workers will be super jealous and she'll relish in that. A combination of a card, flowers, dinner, & some ill-fitting red or pink cashmere sweater would be the next level because putting that all together does take some level of coordination. Finally, if you give or receive some type of pricey jewelry you have reached the highest level of love because that which pains the wallet the most is sure to get the biggest return on your investment. A romantic getaway could also be included at this top level, however whether it's deemed successful or not is really anyone's guess. I have a friend who's husband treated her to a 4 day trip to Cabo San Lucas the weekend before Valentine's Day last year. 3 days later when Valentine's Day rolled around he treated her to dinner at one of the poshest restaurants in the city and she pouted during the entire meal because he didn't send her flowers at work. After hearing this story I truly wanted to punch her in the face.

I spent my Valentine's Day putting in nearly 12 hours at work only to bring home another hour of work to enjoy while I watched Grey's Anatomy. I gave my mother a gift bag filled with her favorite chocolates, gift cards, and a copy of Shakespeare in Love which is her favorite romantic movie. I feel better knowing I made someone's day special especially since I later found out that my father re-gifted her some stupid stuffed animal that he got her for Valentine's Day 5 years ago. He is an idiot. I gifted myself $10 worth of my favorite candy from Walgreens and allowed myself to have exactly two bites of a cupcake at the Valentine's Day party at work as if that will somehow reduce my cellulite. Clearly love is all around. At least tomorrow is Friday and the 15th so must of us who are lucky enough to have jobs are probably getting paid and there's nothing I love more than that.

This week's obsession was the Ellen Tracy Heart Dress pictured above. Last week I was desperately looking for something super cute to wear for Valentine's Day so at least I could take pleasure in the fact that I was a single who looked sexy on the day of love. I ordered the dress from Macy's at 30% off and it came yesterday so naturally when I tried it on it looked awful. The dress itself was great but it did not fare well on my body so I am giving you a picture of what it would have looked like had I been 5 inches taller, 20 pounds lighter, and smiling. I pulled out a red jacket I got on clearance from Von Maur a few years ago to wear and called it a day. On the bright side, at least when I return the dress I will have a little extra money to spend on something fabulous!