I've been working a lot, at a job I don't particularly enjoy. Long hours + luke-warm job interest = extra tired me. Real estate is fraught with pit falls and pot holes lately and I've been slogging my way through them trying to keep my head above water. So today it was extra wonderful not to have to work at all. Yippee.
I was hoping to sleep in....didn't happen. Out of bed at 6:00 a.m. on a non-working Sunday should be illegal in all states. But once up, you might as well enjoy it. I took Tula for a quick walk on the beach, then started the necessary housework items such as laundry, cleaning, etc. and then had the rest of the day for me, me, me.
So, what did I do? Bra shopping. Yuck. Ladies, is this not the worst? They never have the style you liked and purchased last time. Undoubtedly it has been reworked into something else. I find the displays of brassieres having formed cups sticking out from the rows and rows of racks amusing and yet annoying as they continually poke out and bump into me, or vice-versa. And did you know that "lilac" is now one of the basic bra colors?....it used to be just white, beige, or black (or scandalous red). Then there are those cumbersome plastic hangers. I'm certain anyone who works in the lingerie department must go through months of training to learn how to neatly put bras back on those itty-bitty hangers. I had great pity for the dutiful husband patiently waiting outside the fitting room for his wife. I think he was the one soul that was more miserable than I. What an awful scene.
Why I tortured myself with this undesirable task on a day that was mine to do with as I pleased is uncertain. In case you're wondering I ended up with two sensible and comfortable Playtex 18 hour bras. (Does anyone really wear one THAT long in a day?) Am I the only one who remembers the commercial where the woman would state "oh, my girdle is killing me."? My brother used to say that as a kid and it was quite funny. I'm pretty sure Playtex 18 hour something-or-other was the solution to her girdle crisis. There was also the criss-crossed shaped tape measure that helped advertise the 18 hour bra. Girdle, what a funny word. I'm getting waaaaayyyy off topic, and it's a topic that should die a quick death here and now.
Despite the long working hours, I've still managed to take photos most everyday. I kind of can't help myself. I think it's becoming an addiction. I've captured some prettier than usual shots too, so I'm ready to share.