Tricks and Treats

[ase]

One of my coworkers lives pretty close to me; sometimes we carpool. Today she locked herself out, and her roommate won't be home until late. I told her to make herself at home, and then realized I'd left all my tabs open in Firefox this morning. If you think six completely random LJ-related tabs are work safe, you'd be right five-sixths of the time; #5, second from the top, was my incomplete rant on recent poor reading experiences. Yes, norabombay, that one.

Moving right along!

I had an idea for a Halloween costume that's completely useless anywhere but work, where it will be awesome; unfortunately, I need new pants to make it work. So I've been consignment shopping this week with erratic success.

My guide to consignment shopping:

1.) Zen.
You will walk in looking for shirts and walk out with a skirt. Your shopping list will be a lamp and a coat and you'll find a Foreman grill. You will never find the right handbag, unless you're trying to find a hat.
2.) Know your jeans: walk in knowing what fits and doesn't, or plan to try on 20 pairs of jeans and strike out on every count. There's always #21, right? This is not in disharmony with #1, unless you actually had plans for those three hours you spent trying on jeans.
3.) If you think your local Goodwill is fairly useless, you may be on to something.
4.) The difference between vintage and consignment is the rack time you put in to find it.

So I don't have the pants, but I do own a soup cup, a new handbag and a Foreman grill. I think grilling is on the menu for some point this week.

Comments

[norabombay.livejournal.com]

Mwaaaahhhhhaaaa.

I live safe in the knowledge that said co-worker probably had no idea what the words meant.
My hope.

[ase.livejournal.com]

I hope she never got to the tab behind tab#1. Like my street cred needs any more hits.

[ashcomp.livejournal.com]

So, you might as well make some lemonade to go with that!

[ase.livejournal.com]

Well, we did watch some House, and BS about Halloween plans. Good times.

[ashcomp.livejournal.com]

That's me being obscure again. . .i.e., when life hands you lemons, make lemonade. When grilling on the device that wasn't the skirt you were looking for in the first place. . .make lemonade, and throw in a horribly strained metaphor for extra flavor.