My poor doorman Angel has to deal with my daily entrance greeting of "Did I get anything??" On days where he says no he's given a pout that says it's somehow all his fault he has failed to give me presents. But on the days where I have things, he's rewarded with not just a smile, but often times a little dance.
Today was a sad 13-hour workday, following yesterday's 15-hour workday. I came in not ready to do any dance but the Elizabeth-patented doldrums dance. I was so defeated I didn't even ask if I had any packages. Angel must've seen my despair because, without me even asking, he told me I had not one but FOUR packages! The clouds parted and the angels sang. Not Angel my doorman, he doesn't sing, but the in the sky angels. And for his news he was greeted with the best package dance I've ever done. I'm sure he appreciated it.
Delivery number one: my winter boots. They are a little snug, but warm and cozy. The husband even claims they are cute. We all know no winter boot could ever be cute, but I will settle for not ugly. I think I might be keeping these. I was especially encouraged by the little tag on the back that says "waterproof."
Ugg, $184 Delivery number two: My nice boots all sport 3-4 inch heels. I decided I wanted a pair I could walk around the city in on the weekend that were flat, keeping my feet comfortable, but still cute so I wouldn't be laughed out of any of my stores. Plus these are totally work-wearable.
Steven by Steve Madden, $119.90Delivery number 3: It's holiday party season. This usually calls for an assortment of red dresses, jewel tones, and maybe a little sparkle. This year, however, I've been invited to a holiday party that is 20s-themed. Whatever is a girl to wear? Turns out it's not costume (nixing the flapper costume I scoped out), but more along the lines of actual clothing that's 20s-inspired. (The host is going to be wearing vintage finds). I've ordered not one but two dress options which I will choose between when they arrive, plus a fab headpiece. I ordered this and this. (Thanks for the shopping help, K!). All I had to do was top it off with the right shoes. Nothing says 20s like a hot pair of t-straps. Yes, they're a little modern, but I did actually want to wear them again. btw, mine are patent leather, not croco.
Nine WestDelivery number 4: My very sweet husband heard my not so subtle hints and he got me my very own wii! And, yes, it really is for me and not him. Somehow I'm the videogame player of the house. Even fashionistas have to kick back and nerd it up sometimes. ;) Now all I need is to get Guitar Hero and Mario Kart and I'll be all set!
Wii, $279.99
