This jacket, in black, these pants, also in black, this shirt in the french blue (I guess they call it batik blue) and this cami in ruby red.  It certainly gives me some options, and I love love loved the button-up shirt, because I haven’t had one of those fit in a million years, and it fit really, really well. Usually if they fit in the boobs, the sleeves are way too long, or they fit because they are a circus tent with a collar and have no definition, but that shirt is shaped, and fits justright. I totally want more, but I’ll have to wait for a paycheck for that, since we are seriously running on E right now. I want our tax info to hurry the fuck up so that I can finish our taxes (new baby and my income of less than 8k = return city!) and get that, and if I get called to sub this week, I will. Of course, if it’s not Tuesday or Wednesday, since I have interview and student teaching thing on those days.

Oh, and I also looked at shoes. Kate’s comment pointed me to aerosoles, which have the WORST names ever, seriously, all bad puns like "elbow crease" or "ballcelona," which both sound dirty as hell. I would totally not at all be surprised if there was one called "Scrota-riffic" or "Endangered Feces."  Anyway, I tried them on solely (ha! I kill me) to figure out how they ran for my feet, and am now looking at maybe something like these. I tried on a higher heel, which I could handle as long as it was a stacked heel, and not a golf-tee I was trying to balance on.

So! I now have at least a week’s worth of clothes, should I get the job. That’s cool. And should I get the job, I am so totally ordering more of those button up shirts. They are that good for me.