The Silly Mother and her Pseudo Lost Keys
It all began when my girls and I got started on our morning routine. Today was their last morning at Arts/Music/Dance March Break Camp and I wanted to ensure they were there right on time to enjoy every second.
First comes the teeth brushing. Followed by hair combing. Make that hair screaming. Spitfire despises having her hair combed. She will erupt in violent fits. Yes, she will run away, hit, scream. All in the name of self-defence to keep the Silly Mother (yes, she has called me that all the while pretending to call the police saying, "Hello Police? Can you get this Silly Mother away from me?"), away from her tangled bed of nasty hair knots.
So after I cajoled Spitfire, her hair was brushed and she was on her way. On to LittleLady who claimed her dress was too itchy. Off to find another dress. Done.
Since I'm not yet a licensed driver, I called a cab to get us to bring the fruit of my loins to camp. A CLOSED sign greeted us at the front door of the music school. With my heart in my throat, I peeked through the door and saw the instructors. I opened the door and said, "Uh, your sign says closed." "A mistake!" they cheerily replied. Phew. Drama overted.
Once inside, I helped the girls take off their coats, put on their indoor shoes and kissed them goodbye. Off I went to the bus terminal to hop on a bus and hit the mall.
I decided to peek through my bag to ensure I had everything and noticed my keys were missing. I checked every pocket in the bag, checked the pockets of my sweater. Nada. I then tried calling the music school...voice mail. I then called the cab company and yes, the dispatcher had the cabbie stop his mini-van and check the seats, underneath the seats etc. No keys. Fiddle-dee-dee, I thought. OK. No, that was not my thought but we're keeping it very G audience here.
Sitting on the bus, I called Mr. Unfazed who said for me to call my Mom as he thought she had a spare key. When the bus arrived at the mall, I bounced off and started walking towards the destination of good but cheap breakfast. It was then that I felt a bulge in my jeans pocket. The blessed (again, we're keeping it G here), keys were found. Did I feel silly? Heck, yeah.
Bargain Hunting
A successful bargain hunting trip starts with a proper meal. I think everything should start and end with food so this expedition was no exception. I made my way to the Zellers diner as I knew that if I got there before 10am, I could get 2 eggs, sausage or ham, toast and coffee for $4.49. The Zellers diner is an undervalued gem which is good for me because I had my pick of seating this morning. I settled down into a booth and proceeded to pull out a magazine while I waited for the waiter. A friendly waiter came by and took my order. A text here and a text there to some friends and the next thing I knew, my breakfast was ready. Fast and affordable. Can't beat that.
Fueled by my hearty breakfast, I then set out for my next destination - Bombay. I had been eyeing the Harrington Bombe Chest for a couple of months now. The first time I saw it, it was $499. Hoping the price would drop, I waited. Well, the waiting did not pay off. The chest is now $699. Too pricey for a piece that would go in my upstairs hallway for decor purposes only. I darted out of Bombay for a temporary diversion at H&M where I stocked up on affordable yet adorable ballet outfits for my daughters.
Wandering around the mall, I noticed a sign outside of the Guess store which indicated 40-50% off the lowest ticketed price, select styles. Liking the potential of such a discount, I toddled my way into Guess like a wide-eyed child at a candy store. Full price Guess is off limits for me. Sure enough, deals awaited me. I picked up a pair of jeans for $44 (regular $118)and a sweater top for $43.50 (regular $84).
Feeling confident with my finds and assuring myself that I indeed had the shoes to complete the outfit and that there was no need for a new bag, I headed back to Bombay with new purpose.
Thinking away from my upstairs hallway, I focused on another very important room on the first floor which has been woefully neglected - the dining room. While I'm happy with the table and chairs, I'm less than pleased with the rest of the furniture in that room. It's not a big space. I need to find tasteful yet small scale items to liven the room.
The Bombay Classics collection is on sale until April 7th (50% off). The non-Classics collection is on sale until April 21st. I wasted no time and bought this curio and side board, after rapidly taking pictures and initiating a battlefield consultation with Mr. Unfazed, of course.
Those Bombay bargains were the finale of the mall excursion and off I ran to catch the bus to take me to the spa.
The Seaweed Detoxifying Body Wrap
Having a WaySpa coupon burning a hole in my wallet, I decided yesterday that I would call up a local spa and treat myself to a body exfoliation type service. I wasn't quite sure of what I wanted but I knew that I wanted my skin to feel smooth and rejuvenated to welcome in the spring season and as an ode to the fabulous positive Celsius temperatures we've been having.
My esthetician was friendly, discreet with the disrobing process (a full body treatment involves, well, exposing most of your body) and very helpful with advice for exercises and toning muscle. As my winter hardened skin felt the scrubbing granules of the exfoliation and then the wet paint feeling of the algae laden mineral paste, I settled in for a relaxing treatment. Ritually wrapped in foil and blankets, I lay like a giant worm, waiting for the next part. The Vichy shower. The shower was warm and intense and mildy amusing. Once the sea mixture was rinsed off me, I got ready for the lotion. I always see this part as the polishing step. Just like icing on cake.
As I dressed post-seaweed induction, I felt energetic. A quick stop to Cobs Bread for a country grain bread and apple custard dessert (like I said, it's always about food with me) and I was ready for the 45 minute walk home. The best part? Didn't even notice the walk. Felt amazing afterwards.
Off to prepare tapas for a Friday night evening of fun - ole!
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