After this weekend's sappy love fest and huge bummer of a mistake (no, no, my friend getting married was not a mistake! I swear, I believe in all that googly-eyed sappiness) I am SO ready for my long weekend trip to NYC with my girl Miss Nobody. Everyone do a little happy sun dance for us please 'cause shopping in the rain is no fun- but it can be done. Don't get me wrong. Nothing, nothing will stop me from shopping.

Eek.

Tomorrow is my last day at work. Sadly, I have been lured into their trap and will still be around to bug all my former co-workers, who keep continuously asking me when I'm leaving. Next time, I'll remember not to give two month's notice.

And I'll revel in my week off and then I will cry myself to sleep next Friday night because I didn't get to pick up a pay check and every day after that until I get my sorry self working again. NYC will be my last hoorah until Christmas, which will then consist of my family and friends receiving handmade gifts (and y'all thought I was just crazy when I started taking up crochet and embroidery. How many crocheted scarves do you think I can make in two and a half months?)

This trend of making things for Christmas presents really started last year when I presented Nick with an ugly pair of fish shaped cufflinks that he so proudly and nicely wears but I know it's really only to keep me happy. Oh, honey, you just wait for this year. I actually have a pretty thorough list of things I'll be making this year. He'll be thanking his lucky stars when I give the hand embroidered, days of the week tops to my sister and not him. But can't you just imagine your man prancing around in his Calvin Klein's embroidered with little flower laced Mondays? Funnneeee.

I (heart) shopping.
I (heart) shopping for my boyfriend.
But I'm a good girlfriend and I only help him if he asks because on the whole he's actually a pretty fabulous dresser especially compared to some of my former boyfriends.
Namely one who used to wear this hideous Pink Panther shirt. As in the cartoon. It was fushia and the Pink Panther was embroidered over the breast pocket. *shudder*
He knew I hated this particular shirt (there were other items that made me cringe too but I tried to be nice) so when the shirt mysteriously disappeared I was, of course, to blame. I never touched that thing. I was afraid it might give me bad dressing disease. When he moved out of the house he was living in and found it stuffed in the back of the closet I had to laugh. Maybe someone else hated that shirt as much as I did.
So today I was wielding my dressing magic *he he he* and I explained to NTF that I would be wearing emerald green and although I wouldn't expect him to wear head to toe emerald green I have to say there is something nice about your date picking up your colour somewhere in his outfit. In this case I was intent on finding a tie with said green in it. NTF doesn't love green as much as I do but with some feminine wile and a nod of approval from the gay salesman we were on our way.
The tie is simple- just navy and green slanted stripes but it's classic. I think NTF was hoping for something a little more "fantastic" but I think the khaki Bermuda shorts (don't scoff- it's classic and I love the fact that many of our friends still embrace what some may see as too old fashioned), navy blazer and socks, and pale blue shirt will look fantastic. And so did said gay salesman.
As we were about to leave the store a lady who had been milling around with her friend attempting to pick out a tie and matching shirt approached the cashier (who I also suspect may have been a bit of a flamer) and asked if the tie and shirt she'd selected matched.
I couldn't help but turn around to check and see what she'd put together especially when the cashier bluntly said an astonished "NO!" and the gay salesman so tactfully said: "Are you colourblind or do you just have no taste."
Sweet heart had some fantastic looking blue and yellow rainbow mixed up plaid shirt with an odd looking yellow tie.
I whispered to NTF: "Aren't you glad she's not your girlfriend!"