What Not to Wear

The What Not to Wear thing was some combination of fun and disappointing. We stood in line for maybe 15-20 minutes, then they closed me in a "360 degree mirror" room, which was kind of like, yes, that's nice, these are mirrors and that is me...Ok now what? My mom and I had been watching people doing this computer thingy where you chose your body type, height, hair color and age and then got "rules" for what to and not to wear and had to pick the "correct" outfits from the pictures. The body type choices were limited to pear, hourglass, and slender. Not sure what we were, we asked one of the line helper people (think mall Christmas elves looking for work in October), who found the style expert who was there from the show (not one of the on-camera famous ones, but a style expert nonetheless) and we asked her. She wasn't quite sure, either, as my mother and I are both rather petite but we definitely have hips and asses. The stylist said I was more hourglass and my mom more pear because I was just enough bigger on top. Moment of triumph, having bigger boobs than my mother. Is that silly? Sick? Whatever. I'll take my small joy morsel. She also recommended I do scoop and v-neck tops with patterns on top and avoid prints on bottom in order to draw the eye up more towards my face. She also complimented my hair color, saying it matched my skin nicely. I thought this was funny, considering my hair came with my skin (that is to say it is all natural). After our two minutes with the stylist (which was two minutes more than most people got) we did the computer thingy. I kept choosing the "wrong" outfits until the male October Mall Elf came over and tried to help me. Then we got print-outs of what we'd done on the computers and What Not To Wear goodie bags containing a WNtW fridge magnet frame, WNtW purse mirror, 1 oz Aveeno lotion, and two ad flyers.

Before leaving the mall I dragged my mom into the Lego store. Among other things, they had a huge back wall of all different shapes and sizes and colors of legos sorted like candy in the grocery store and sold by weight. When I am extremely rich, I want that wall in my house.

My phone won't charge. I think this means it's time to get a new one. I'm due, anyway ("New every two," thank you Verizon), I just didn't really want to incur the expense yet, and I know I'll want a phone that's more than their $100 allotment.

Designing cable knitting patterns is much harder than designing non-cable patterns. I'm basing what I'm doing on an existing pattern, but it's being a pain in my ass and I keep having to take out rows and re-do them. Sorry, Chase, you are never getting your scarf.

What are the chances of my getting up early enough tomorrow to go to the library for kol nidre music stuff before work? I wanted to do a lesson on the music of kol nidre Tuesday, but that requires having said music in playable form. Considering it's almost 4 AM, I'm thinking this is not likely.