Wednesday,
October 17, 2001

I am soooooooooo lost

Bad Mellie. Bad, bad, WICKED Mellie.

I think I'm addicted to Ross Dress for Less, I really do. See, I was admiring my beautiful new silver sneakers today, and suddenly I wished that I'd picked up the gold ones while I was there, and maybe taken some time to go through the extensive selection of pretty dresses and tops for larger broads, all at some ridiculously cheap prices. . .

Oh, shit. I'm back in serious clothes-buying mode. Y'all have never seen my closet -- it's huge, and over half of it is stuffed with just my clothing, and that's after donating a large wodge of stuff to the local version of the Salvation Army before leaving Stockholm. As it is, I already have around five gorgeous "dress" outfits (remember that the Hugos is usually the dressiest even I ever attend in a given year), and when Lyn and I were in there to find a cheap carry-on bag a couple of weeks ago I saw some mouth-watering dresses in my size (I'm a slut for anything in red or black with glitter or beads) that I came THISCLOSE to buying.

(At the moment Lyndon is shaking his head and muttering, "But I OFFERED to buy one of those for you, honey -- why didn't you take me up on it?" I dunno, hon -- just stupid, I guess.)

My most recent inducement to buy -- a semi-transparent red lamé wrap, just perfect for slinging over a low-cut black sheath dress. Of course, I'd have to get a low-cut black sheath dress, too--

OOOH! You see? It never ends!

You'd think I didn't like ENTERPRISE or something. . .

Once again, I managed to stay late at work and miss Enterprise. I think I've only seen half of the premiere and the episode where they were on the ship with the harvested corpses. As long as I don't miss the episde where Jeff Combs plays an Andorian, however, I'm fine.