Sometimes when you have just received a great amount of trauma and stress, a part of your brain goes into heightened auto pilot, allowing you to do things you ordinarily are incapable of doing especially on very little sleep, so that you can survive whatever you need to in order to take care of business. To just get past it. And then the other part of your brain–the side that absorbs such shock–goes into über veggie mode, and all you do is…not think. One side allows you to do, do, do and the other just mush, mush, mush.
Checks and balances, you say. I say it’s my excuse for my shopping loot. I swear, it had nothing to do with thinking. I was just mushing when I handed over my credit card.
Let’s enjoy the eye candy, shall we? A couple of versatile jackets…
This is one of my favorite dresses and I’ll post “after” shots once the straps have been properly fitted:
And here’s a turquoise ostrich feather dress from last year’s collection that finally got marked down. I did NOT buy it but thought it’d be fun to try on a dress that costs as much as a car!
I still have to unwrap and photograph a few more pieces, so I’ll save them for another entry.
So back to work for me, but again, I thank all of you for your continued support and concern. We are managing one day at a time and still feel tremendously blessed in spite of all the upheaval. My silver linings only become more golden the harder they are to find among murky clouds. And I wouldn’t be able to feel this way without all of your positive energy. Life is still beautiful even in pain.
It’s no secret that I’m on a first-name basis with the Fedex and UPS guys at my house, but it’s starting to be the case here even at my parents’ house. In the early afternoon the trucks would pull up, and before I even rip open the packages, I can already feel an upsurge of serotonin through my body. Mood goes up, energy goes up, bank account goes down.
So the shoes in today’s entry have been some of my scores from the recent summer sale. The ready-to-wear loot has also been particularly…shall we say, generous. I was lucky enough to find this dress in both salmon and black:
I keep telling my mom that the longer it takes my father to recover, the more her house is going to look like a Chanel store. More revelations when I get back home next week. I’m going to need an extra suitcase, because as I was writing here, look what the guy in brown dropped off 
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