I’m gonna hijack Ichi’s space to post quite a few pictures of my latest Anthropologie trips. Anthropologie is pretty much where I go to feel better. As I have gotten older and farther removed from college, I’m getting mroe and more comfortable with spending money on clothes. It always makes me feel good to wear a new top to work, afterall.
Back in November, I took my first job at a software company that had a dresscode other than “jeans and a tshirt”. So Black Friday involved way more clothes than normal for me. But the bright side is that I have a thing for cashmere (oh so soft), so I didn’t really have to worry about tops.
But now it’s summer. Back in spring I bought several dresses, skirts and cardis from Old Navy. And I think that I began to really like dressing like a girl. OMG. Yes, I sometimes wear dresses. And I really started to get back into jewelry. Remember those days before I started playing basketball where every finger had a ring? Not quite there yet, but I’m more frequently wearing earrings, necklaces and bracelets.
But the point of all this: anthro. I have found a lot of excellent blogs that do dressing room reviews. It’s better than just reading a review because they take pictures. So you know what it actually looks like on a normal person with no style team backing them to get one nice picture. They also do OOTD (outfit of the day) to showcase styling and give you an idea of what it looks like in a regular situation.
So, Anthro is having a huge sale (and free shipping with an Anthro card) and I need summery work clothes. Match made in heaven I tell you. The above picture is the Rising Vapors dress in a dark grey which was cheap! (Even by regular standards. And yes, I’m starting to learn the names of things.) Not sure how I’m gonna work it into work, but I’m gonna try.
More pretty after the cut!

Moving is going okay. Ichi has developed a new love of cardboard. She already liked it, but now she feels compelled to eat it. HOWEVER, she does the cutest thing now. I gave her an empty roll from packing tape to play with (it’s cardboard) and now whenever I’m packing, she’s got the roll in her mouth. I think she thinks she’s helping. And she is (by staying out of the way).
I think I ask mom this more and more frequently. She’s probably tired of it by now. And while it doesn’t appear to be a huge thing for mom and dad (as dad seems like he goes through computers faster than he can fill them), I don’t even want to think about the day when Becca’s computer fails. I really don’t want to be there for that, honestly.