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| Tuesday, March 8, 2005 12:57 PM |
| I'm a bad bear |
| by poppy |
So I've been feeling a tad, shall we say, unstable the last few weeks, overwhelmed by the dewey decimal system and its cruel machinations (the dewey decimal system is a harsh mistress). I insisted a few weeks ago that feanor and I go away, shut off our cell phones, and lay around a hotel room for a few days. Those few days are this weekend, and I'm starting to feel a little guilty. I'm feeling guilty because I'm going to utilize the hotel's spa, and as I set up my appointments with Tom the Spa Guy this afternoon I felt deliciously decadent and a bit naughty. After all, feanor is not indulging in a facial or even a pedicure even though, let's be honest, he probably could use one more.
My guilt is compounded by a pair of shoes I am going to be buying any day now. I went shopping this past weekend with Aerenchyma and made the almost always fatal mistake of going into Ann Taylor's. This may surprise some of you, but I have a soft spot for Ann Taylor. In any event there were these gorgeous shoes and a gorgeous outfit and I made the decision (aided and abetted by Aerenchyma) to buy it. This was despite the fact that I said to feanor not 24 hours earlier that, quote, "I was never the type of girl who would drop $100 on a pair of shoes." Um, yeah. I was going to link to the shoes, but am embarassed by how untrue that statement is now ringing. So either my ovaries went into overdrive on my wedding day, or I've finally lost the last of my edge.
Several of my female friends see nothing wrong with these actions; my mom was in fact shocked that I was upset about dropping that much on a pair of shoes ("I thought you were going to tell me they were $700. I obviously did not raise you right if you think $x amount is a lot for a pair of shoes," etc.) And when I came up with a complex plan to justify spending such money on myself, justnini scoffed, appalled not only that I felt guilt but that I was not feeling absolute jubilation over my shoes and coming spa exploits.
So yeah. I guess it's okay to be good to myself. Everyone needs some hot stones sometimes. And pretty shoes are comforting in their own way. Their own special, expensive way. |
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