Frivolous Wednesday: In the Mall

I've been working on several edits (including one of my own book) as well as writing the fourth book in my series. Plus I'm reading Quicksilver, a heavy book by Neal Stephenson. So, today I'm going with frivolous stuff. I'm going to pretend I'm shopping with you all, my readers, IN THE MALL. Let's go and buy all the stuff our collective conscience (or my husband) would tell us not to in real life:


1. Shoes: I like these suckers. 

Hello Kitty + Doc Martens = AMAZING

2. This book: Frivolous! Girly! SO buying it.

3. Top: Probably would never, ever wear it, but maybe I can hang it up as art.

4. Ditto with these pajamas:

I just wouldn't stand there like that when I get my pair.

5. Getting thirsty? Time for a big old smoothie. With extra caffeine and whipped cream.

6. I'm having a bag of candy on the side, because virtual stuff has no calories. Yay, virtual stuff!

They don't carry these at my mall, but I want them. Do I know what they taste like? No. No, I don't.

7. Maybe I'll pick up a toy for my kid while I'm at it:

What do these do??? Nothing? SWEET

8. And this dress:

9. And another book.

10. One last thing. What should it be? Clothes? More shoes? Yes, I think more shoes. File these in the "never wear but could use as art" category.

Louboutin, darling.

Hurray! That was fun. Kiss, kiss!

First Holy Cow!

We are quickly approaching the time for my daughter's First Holy Communion. I didn't grow up Catholic, so this is a whole new world for me. 

And it is a world, apparently, where the little black strip has crawled off the  back of my credit card, gotten down on its hands and knees, and begged for mercy.  First there was the dress. My kid let me off easy by picking one that was on sale.  At this point, please pause and picture a middle-aged woman doing a full fledged WOOT and punching the air. I know it's not pretty, but that's what happened.

Then there were the shoes. My daughter, who is a beautiful girl and a lovely person, just happens to have speedboats for feet. It is difficult to even find communion shoes in her size. Add to that her own requirements - no ankle strap, has to have a high heel. Add my requirements - No, she can't wear platforms, no, they can't have glitter all over them, no, they can't be anything any of the Housewives of Ocean County would wear. Add the Church's requirement - White Shoe.

Yeah, that's hard to find in speedboat size. Where is the DSW for kids? Hm?

So not wearing these, girlfriend

After the dress  and the shoes are in place, there is  a whole world of  accessories to explore! Apparently you have to have a special First Holy Communion (henceforth known as FHC) purse, bible, rosary, and wrap. Our church doesn't allow gloves. Don't have to buy gloves! Repeat image of middle-aged woman going WOOT! and doing an air punch.

Now we have come to the  crux of the matter - THE HEADPIECE. She picked out one with a tiara and an attached veil. (I would have so killed for this thing when I was seven.) In the end I got it for her, but let me tell you - at that price, it's also going to be her wedding veil. Plus she might graduate high school and college in it too. In fact, I might start wearing it while I do the air punch in the future; I feel it might add a little bling to the whole process.

Pretty, right? So are BMW's and diamond lollipop holders.

I know the day of the FHC I'll be overcome with emotion as I watch my little beauty walk up and receive the Host for the first time. After all, that's the whole point of the thing. There will be tears. And a credit card bill. But it will be  worth it.