The Daily EO: February 19th, 2013

My insurance claim has finally come through, so I finally can purchase replacement items for my things that were stolen.   This is good.  Because the bag that I have been dragging my things around is somewhat embarrassing.   The first thing I went shopping for is sunglasses.  I went to The Bay because I didn’t want to spend a fortune but I didn’t want to get drugstore sunglasses either.

But people disorganize things, so when I finally found the ones – and a lovely plaid pattern on the arms – they were not in the correct section.  But that is okay – I found them anyways.  But when I turned over the tag – it said $230.

Now for some of you reading this, you may feel that $230 is quite reasonable to pay for sunglasses, but it is about $100 more than I want to spend, and $150 more than the insurance company is willing to reimburse.

But now nothing else compares.

February 19th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary:  Plaid arms mean Burberry, Susan – you know that.


The Daily EO: November 10th, 2012

Ah.  The Saturday of a long weekend.  There is nothing that feels freer.  (except being unemployed and not knowing that it IS a long weekend).  And what a day here in Vancouver.  Cold, but the skies were clear and the sun was shining.  Perfect day to hit the streets with tea and sunglasses and walk the length of downtown. I stopped into a Starbucks – one of the hundreds – and had myself a free tea thanks to a giftcard.  Yum.Now, in the interest of full disclosure.  I got lost walking form Gastown to Yaletown. I did.  It’s true.  It’s a long story, but I was responding to emails and answering my phone etc while I was walking and not truly paying attention.  And, when I attempted to get myself sorted out, I had the misfortune of using maps on my iPhone.  The app thought it would be helpful to keep turning the map based on the direction I was headed, but really, all I wanted was to know which was south.  As I knew how to walk that direction.  So, yep, that was me, with several false starts meandering around “almost Yaletown”  staring at my phone.   From here on out it is using my brain to get somewhere!

Only three weeks ago, I told of my first gelish polish experience and despite my nails’ insistence continuing to grow and creating a gap it was time to go back and do it again.

I got a pedicure and a manicure.  The experience of sitting in a massage chair while one technician works on your feet and someone else does your hands should not be missed by anyone.  It feels. . . deserved.  Expensive.  Hollywood!

And as I watched, a long nail technician free hand painted my french nail polish.  Free hand and quickly!  I was amazed:

Oh my god! That is so sophisticated. Like Totally!!

I walked home and stopped in Pacific Center, because with these nails I truly fit in with the downtown shopping crowd.  Nevermind I was wearing Sketchers and a yoga jacket.  But I fixed that, spending way to much on boots (GLO-RE-US!), and getting a great deal on a rain coat that doesn’t have a hood.   I bought some woman’s cord skinny pants at the The Gap, and “Ethan” who rang them through told me they were his favorite pants (he was wearing them).  Hmmm.  I double checked when I got out of the store.  They say “women’s” on them.. . .  I am so disconnected with youth these days.  We used to wear the boys pants.

After a complete day of gym, nails, shopping and planning dinner with friends, I strolled home with my arms laden feeling pampered and satisfied.  This must be what is it like to be on the D-List (A- Listers don’t walk, work out in the gym alone, make their own dinner plans or carry their own packages).  Nor do they answer work emails while standing in the middle of The Bay.  Or go to The Bay for that matter.

November 10th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:

It must be Hollywood! Who knew there was a branch here?

The Daily EO: November 3rd, 2012

Punch List Updates

A new Kate Spade wallet: Can’t find one I like and that I am willing to pay the asking price for

Meet with a dietician/nutritionist:  Actually did that when I was unemployed because I found one that was free.  Um, it was okay, but didn’t live out to expectations.

Finally finding a financial adviser (who does not work on commission):  I still haven’t done this yet.  Anyone got a good name for me?

Hire a personal shopper:  Selected, we are going to be meeting in the Spring when I stop storing my underwear in a box on the window sill and buy a dresser. (I can’t let her see me like this)

Regularly threaded eyebrows at Gee Beauty:  Well, Donna Lucia at 1/3 of the price is working very nicely for me.   Gee is a bit far now.

A new can opener:  After 4 weeks of using my “3 chicks and a Cat” swiss army knife to open cans, I bought a new gliding can opener at London Drugs.

November 3rd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Crossing out items on my punch list and beyond (because a facial wasn’t listed on there).

The Daily EO: October 27th, 2012

For those of you who know my husband well – you already know that he is cheap in some things, and spendy in others.  For all the dollars he saves on no-name peanut butter another dollar is spent on audio visual, technical or photography needs.

The path from identification of need to the actual purchase is long and filled with hours of research, tedious conversations (depending on your perspective, I guess) and endless nerd reviews.

We start off with “I’m thinking of buying X” which leads me to know that he has been thinking about it for a couple of months.  For example, he has talked about replacing our server about 3 or 4 times, meaning it has been processing in his brain for probably 6 months.   Now that we’re both employed again, I am certain I will pick-up his laptop soon and find 16 open Internet Explorer tabs with consumer reviews and technical specifications on servers.  One day he’ll mention a budget, soon we’ll discuss income that could be generated from the server we already have.  And then, once all the specifications are decided, the comparison shopping will start.

It’s long.  And it is almost completely opposite to me.  I want.  I see.  I buy.   Or sometimes:  I see.  I want.  I buy.

Emile painfully sold his TV when we left Ontario.  He suffered from what all of us do when selling your used items – you remember how much you paid for it, how you got it, the good times and it always feels like they should be paying more.   He stroked it goodbye and sadly turned and walked away.

So, here we are in Vancouver with no ability to watch TV on a big screen.  This was much more of a concern to Emile than it was to me – I’m happy watching on a laptop, seeing a movie or even going outside.   Emile recognised the need to expedite his process and had already moved into the research phase of TV pruchase.  He let me know about a large budget.  I cringed – sure spend that next year, but this year when all of our funds seem to be going to into IKEA shares?  Hmmm.

I must have approached him in a weak moment, because when I suggested buying a cheaper TV for now, he sounded almost interested.  When I mentioned searching for a used TV, he didn’t sneer.

To demonstrate the potential market I typed “Sony 50 TV” into Craig’s List only to find a local guy selling a mint condition Sony 55″ TV for less than 40% of a new one.

Emile was silent.

He was still.

Then he firmed his shoulders, gritted his teeth.

And then he said “Send an email to see if it is still available.”

October 27th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  A “new” TV sits in our apartment and $1500 remains in our bank account.   No research or process.  Just buying – and that I can relate to.



The Daily EO: October 18th, 2012

Women between the ages of 30 and 45 still want to look stylish and fun yet sophisticated and not slutty.  Why is it that I cannot seem to find a middle of the road priced stores that sell normal sized clothes for someone who wants the above?

Most of my shopping trips involve walking into store that’s either a little too young for me – shorts jumpsuits and reaching around back to the hanger in the pack that is gaping because it is such a “huge” size.   Or a little too old for me – cut too roomy, too high on the waist or too much elastic in general.

If I find something gorgeous, it is usually priced gorgeously.  Or things that I think look so fabulous – like shift dresses, or blousey tops – look not right at all on my curves.  It’s a dilemma, I tell you.

I must tell you that I am both fashionably and make-uply retarded – though I think I’ve mentioned that before.   How to wear a scarf, layering and accessorizing?  Really?  I can barely match my pants to my shirt.  I like dresses because then there is no matching at all – except trying to find the right shoes.  Sigh.

So I sent an e-mail to a personal shopping company today to get more information about their services – well, frankly, to get more information about their prices.  Doesn’t help to use the clothing budget to pay someone to tell me what to wear when I can’t afford to buy it any longer.

Apparently they also offer life consulting too.  I wonder if I need that?  How do you know if you do.

October 18th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  I do many things well, yet shopping not so much.   No, I just get a bad case of mall disease and want to come home.

The Daily EO: September 29th, 2012

My god, there are a lot of furniture stores on United Boulevard in Coquitlam, BC.  I woke up with a cough and aches and fever and I thought we could visit a couple of stores.  But they never stopped.  Each side of the street, sharing buildings, dual levels, it went on and on.

By 2 pm, I couldn’t take any more.  The problem with most furniture is it isn’t what I want.  I know what I want, and often I know it when I see it.  And nothing yet – I don’t want a platform bed, I do not want a condo bed, I don’t want a wooden bed, I don’t want a neutral bed, and I don’t want to be close to the ground.

September 29th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  My day ended without a bed despite looking at 100s of them.

The Daily EO: September 15th, 2012

I awoke early in my new city.  Before even my friends and their kids did.  It was 6:30 and I needed to pee urgently.  I eventually found myself sitting on the couch reading one of the local papers.  I was reading all of this Coquitlam news with very little context.  The sun was shining in and I realized that I sitting waiting for everyone to wake up when I could slap on my running shoes and go for a run in the unusually dry and sunny Vancouver weather.

Yes!  I will explore my new city.  I will learn her secrets and soon be avoiding traffic snarls like a local.

I snuck out and started running up the hill.  I had romanticized this in my head and was feeling pretty smug and happy.  A man on an old ten speed bike wearing large earphones came tearing around a corner about 3 feet in front of me.  He shouted “Give me your dinosaurs!  Not your diplomats!  Not your Embassies!  Your DINOSAURS!”   He was speaking directly to me – he wanted me to receive this message.

I was startled for he bolted out in front of me, because verbalization didn’t make much sense to me, and he wasn’t wearing a helmet or using a bike lane.  I spent the rest of the run trying to puzzle this out.  But it took the romance away.  No more small town.

We had an appointment to look at the coolest loft in Yaletown (“the” place to be in Downtown Vancouver with prices to match).  The loft was fantastic in many ways and terrible in others.  This lead to the first of many differences between Emile and I today.

After that I had made an appointment to have my eyebrows threaded and my eyelashes tinted.  Mother of Pearl!  Who invented this?  I can have my eyelashes dyed and they look like I am always wearing mascara – but better.  And I don’t have to worry it smudging or running or taking it off.  What an Invention!  I am loving this.  Emile and I made up, I was so happy.

Next we went to Emile’s swanky office and he showed me about.  We spent 3 hours looking for apartments and getting hungrier and hungrier and more and more solidified in our homelessness.  There should be laws for descriptive words on listings.  We made a couple of calls, and the joy of my eyelashes faded a bit.

The road dogs were not particularly good, but they filled the need.

Emile needed to fix up his wardrobe, so we made our way to Pacific Centre which was completely packed.  I walked into Banana Republic and Emile almost fainted at the price of the first pair of pants I picked up for him.  He said “Let’s go to The Bay”.  I then took him into Guess and a couple other stores.  He kept saying “Let’s go to The Bay”.  Yes, bloody well, shut up, I’ll take you to damned Bay.   Arggg!

Could we find the suit section in The Bay?  Finally with some things to try on, Emile stood with a strange look on his face in the change room.  I had long since collapsed to the ground in frustration and confusion.   He thought he was having an anxiety attack about all of this change.  I immediately remembered how much he is going through and we made up again.

We bought hardly anything at The Bay, and went outside.  It turns out though, that it wasn’t an anxiety attack – Emile was just having heartburn from the raw onions on his hot dog.  He’s feeling much better after a antacid.

Well, onto Moore’s and a very canny salesman took one look at our bedraggled and weakened selves, and kept the store open for us 1/2 later than closing times.  And he earned that commission.  Emile was beyond making decisions at that point, and simply kept agreeing with whatever I or the salesman said.

Dinner was quick shared pad thai entrée near Metrotown and then we stopped at my grandpa’s place for a quick visit.

September 15th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  For the first time in my life, I was able to drop in on my grandpa.