And a good time was had by all. Even Jorge the Husband enjoyed our day in Indy by sitting and reading Anna Karenina while Daughter and I shopped.
By the way, why doesn't anyone name their daughter "Karen" anymore? And what about "Karenina?" She could go by "Karen" or "Nina." But I don't recommend "Leonid Tolstoy" for boys. You know that some joker would call him "Nid" instead of "Leo."
And by the other way, why does every name in Tolstoy's novels end in "vich?" I mean, yeah, it's Russian, but is that their only suffix for surnames?
It was a successful trip. I purchased two pairs of wide-leg jeans for the price of one: SCORE! One is regular dark denim, and one is a sort of shinier, even darker dressy denim, which I LOVE (Hello, "What Not to Wear" trouser jeans. I'll smooch you when no one is looking.) And I bought two blouses on sale at B. Moss, probably my favorite store. I did buy something at New York and Co. because I had $20.00 off, but I ended up returning what I bought before we came home. A girl has a right to change her mind, even when the "girl" is 45.
Daughter found some things, too, but really, when every single thing looks cute on you, is that much to crow about? Anyway, she is a very happy camper.
And here is how much Jorge loves us. Tolstoy's great-great grandson visited our public library today, and we had planned to go and say, "Hi, Tolstoy's great-great grandson-ovich!" (Wow, that's dicey.) But Jorge didn't want to disappoint Daughter, so he sacrificed for us.
My love for my new jeans is only surpassed by my love for Jorge.
Daughter says this is my Full House Michelle, "You Got It, Dude" pose.
*Warning: Clothing objects in picture are more attractive than they appear. Human is about the same, however.