Quiet, please!

Please forgive the "emo"-ness of this photo.  I was having a hard time getting a close up of the outfit without getting the camera in the frame so I decided instead to just embrace it.

Tank top:  Secondhand store in Phoenix

Pencil skirt:  Thrift store in L.A.

Stockings:  Beverly Hills Hosiery in L.A.

Boots:  Secondhand store in L.A.

Wrist watch:  Inherited from grandfather

Today I discovered the library!  Every time I visit a new library and I come back with a fat stack of books and films in my hand I get so excited I could scream.  I am now officially the holder of a brand new San Diego public library card.  (!!!)

This afternoon I checked out the 1933 film The Invisible Man and  I. Cannot. Wait. To. Watch. It.  If you haven't yet visited your nearest library, you ought to.  You can check out all the DVDs you want for free.  It's amazing.  It's so amazing in fact that you'd think they'd have discontinued it by now.

While at the library I saw a most heart-wrenching scene.  I was sitting in the cue waiting to get on one of the computers when I noticed that one of the men was on a dating site (at first I thought it was porn because there was a big picture of a girl with her boobs hanging out of her swimsuit on the site's background).  This man looked very disheveled; we was morbidly overweight wearing an all-too-tiny tank top with his chest parts protruding from it and he had very tired and worn sneakers on his feet with socks pulled high up on his calves.  He also wore those terribly hideous thick lensed glasses whose lenses are connected by a metal rod in the middle (you know those ones I'm talking about?).  But his appearance wasn't the sad part; it was that he was forty plus something and still frantically looking for a mate.  

Maybe he hasn't been lonely this whole time; maybe he just ended a long marriage and has found himself back at square one.  

Either way, I felt terribly bad for him. 

I hope I'll never be put in that position.

On a happier note, we are having delicious baked potatoes tonight (though I might try and convince Colin to take me out for sushi), and Z has been progressively returning to her old self.

Krista had also wanted me to post that slip I had gotten when I went shopping with her.  I misspoke about the print.  I thought it was floral but it turns out it's more of a swirly pattern.

By-the-way, this is the garment rack that I made.  It turned out alright, but it was a lot more expensive than just buying one.  Who would've thought!