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September 13, 2005
Your Local TJ Maxx
I was looking forward to a highly pleasant lunchbreak today, as the weather was sunny and a little cool, and I had something to do. A mission. For me these usually require searching for a particular album or article of clothing. Today it was the basic white ribbed tank. Now, I know what you're thinking: Those are everywhere, it would take five minutes! Not so any more as summer garb is rapidly being replaced with the "must-haves" of fall fashion. I nearly wept when I espied a skinny scarf display. However, I thought between H&M, American Eagle, the Gap, Urban Outfitters, and Filene's I'd be able to come up with something. Alas. The five left at H&M had too skinny of straps (sleeves?), American Eagle now carries only camisoles, Gap Body has tanks, but not ribbed, the Urban Outfitters ones are so thin and filmy I might as well just wear a Hane's wife-beater and practically bare my bra to the world, and Filene's was just a catastrophy I don't even want to talk about. I had hoped to avoid it, but I now must go to the Prudential Center. Or "the Pru" if you're one of those people. It makes me spendy. And I don't want to order online because the basic white ribbed tank is my second favorite article of clothing following my jeans, and I simply cannot wait.
But anyway, on my remarkable mission (because, you must admit, it's quite a feat to hit up all those stores in one measley hour considering they're not all next to each other), I had the unfortunate experience of stepping in gum. I'm still obsessed with my month old skinny-strap black Rainbow flip-flops, and was dismayed as I felt that unwelcome initial pop as my foot pulled free of the nasty sidewalk. Is it even possible to get gum out of the tread of your footwear? Or do you just wait until it wears down? Today I acquired a leaf, green glass, and a new ecosystem on my wonderful wonderful flip-flop (I can't call them "thongs" because I'm eight years old and I'll giggle). All around Filene's I made that embarrassing unsticking sound with every other step. It's like having a squeaky shoe.
One of my first actions upon arriving at home was to get at the offending gum with a butter knife. I think it's worked somewhat because I removed the glass, leaf and ecosystem, and I'm not sticking anymore. I had errands to run and didn't want to wear anything other than my Rainbows because I love them. The most notable errand is box-hunting (for the move), and it's brutal. I won't go into it, except you know how sometimes you can just raid big supermarket recycle bins and call it a day? Oh man. Bums. They just camp out by the carboard! Fortunately the goldmine was discovered behind TJ Maxx. And I may go back to salvage heaps of bubble wrap that were still in the unbroken-down boxes. So to all you box (or, hell, bargain)-hunters out there: Go to your local TJ Maxx.
| By heidi | 11:19 AM