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4:32 p.m. - 2006-04-20 I don't love the place, but it's my suburban, close-to-my-office, second-loved sister to my all-time favorite Filene's Basement. Plus, they're always sending me coupons, so as I like to rationalize, I can't afford not to shop there. Anyway, I had a pretty decent set of coupons to use, plus some birthday money, so that's where I escaped to early this afternoon. (And I do mean escape: our new front desk temp, who has latched on to me and who I've taken to calling "Twenty Questions" in my head for her propensity to call me no fewer than ten times a day for the four hours she's here each day, had exceeded her quota for the day and I had to flee.) I tried on a few tops, but nothing looked right. The hot pink terry cloth strapless baby doll top looked hideous, like I was trying to hide my pregnancy in vain. I looked like an elephant in a tutu. The other tops made me feel like a beached whale. I left them all behind in the dressing room, and then I spotted The Bag. I can't decide if I was overly frivolous in purchasing this bag, or just semi-frivolous. All I know is that I'm now the owner of a hot pink nylon Kate Spade diaper bag. I mean, I needed a diaper bag... eventually. And I might as well have one that I like, since I'll be using it for many days on end. And birthdays are supposed to be a little bit frivolous, right? Still, spending $100 on a diaper bag seems excessive, even if I did get it about 80 bucks below retail. But you see-- this is what I mean about Loehmann's. My judgment is always warped when I walk through their doors. Whatever. I needed one, and it seems sturdy enough to be able to wipe puke and pee from its surface. And I'm pretty sure I would have spent the money in some other likewise ridiculous fashion, like expensive hair care products or a solid gold filling for my front tooth. Heh heh. Getting ready to leave soon for my cake baking class. I'm so excited! I never met a cake I didn't like.
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