v for van atta

yes, i saw it. i liked it. i know some of you will disagree, and that's ok. mostly i just couldn't resist the play on words. for years people have been pronouncing my name like an italian sports car; 'venetta', so i felt like i was owed some cheap humor.

but mostly what i want to ramble about today are my adventures in shopping. they started last night, when i ran out of foundation. i only wear makeup in the winter, because i get so pale it's fairly terrifying, so needless to say, running out of foundation at this critical juncture was tantamount to crises. so, i got to the store and immediately honed in on what i was looking for. but serendipitously, someone had put something in the wrong place, and it was right next to my product of choice. it peaked my curiosity. it was a 'smart shade' foundation.

i didn't really know what that meant, but the product labeling seemed to imply that it was smart enough to match your skin tone. there were only three choices. light, medium, and dark. i stood in the cosmetics aisle for nigh on fifteen minutes deciding whether or not to take the risk. eventually, my curiosity got the better of me.

when i got home, i opened the product to try it out. it was a white cream. 'oh heavens' i thought, 'what have i done?' but i proceeded to apply it anyway. then, the most magical thing happened. it was turning colors. and it was matching my skin tone perfectly. it was a makeup miracle.

after that blessed experience, i headed to the mall before meeting up with corey for 'vendetta'. on a whim, i stopped into the gap. i say 'on a whim' because I have been to every gap store within a 50 mile radius of dc, as well as several in new york, in search of their new 'curvy fit' (how wonderful is that?!) jeans. i already have a pair in the dark wash, but i wanted a pair in the light wash. look people, you go with what works.

i had given up on finding it in my size, which, inexplicably always seemed to be missing. but last night, i thought 'what the heck. i'm here.' i boldly entered the gap, dead set on disappointment. i walked over to the shelf, preparing my 'dag gonit' facial expression, and what i saw shocked and amazed me. there they were. beautifully folded, and i swear they had my name written on them.

readjusting to my 'elated' facial expression, i happily marched them to the sales counter. i set them down, and the following conversation ensued:

sales lady: um, this is a size __ (no one needs to know this)
me: um, yes
sales lady: i'm sorry, but, do you wear a size __?
me: um, yes
sales lady: did you try them on? i think they are going to be much too big.
me: no, but i'm wearing the same pair right now.
sales lady: (checking me out with awe) i would have never thought you were a size __. you don't look like a size __. wow. i never would have guessed.
me: in my head, i've just given you everything i own.

okay, not really on that last one. but you get the idea.

today's adventures have been a bit more challenging. i have been on the hunt for shoes. not just any shoes, but high heels. and not just any high heels. high heels that i can comfortably run around in for 6-8 hours on saturday night on hard floors. ladies, you will know how difficult a task this is. and what makes it more difficult is that you don't really know if you have succeeded until it's too late to change your mind. i did find a pair i think will work, but i wish i could just get away with wearing tevas or birks on saturday night. somehow i don't think they will go with my cocktail dress.

last but not least, and just for fun, here is a pic of my bro awhile back. he dressed up as kurt cobain for a ward oscar night, and i think he pulls it off pretty well. i couldn't resist posting! (thanks, tamara)