I passed the Texas Bar exam. I was lightheaded and made my son check the list with me about four times to be sure it was a Pass List and not just a Takers List or something. There is no such list, but at times like these one is not rational.
It is finished.
“Son, we need to box some things up around the house and get ready to show the house.”
“BOXES. Boxes to put junk in. Of course, if we don’t need it now, why we want to box it up and take it with us is questionable.”
Where do you get boxes?
“Wal-mart, grocery stores, dumpsters.”
“Sure. I’ve found boxes behind 7-11-type stores before in great condition. Want to come? You need to know how to do this. I’ve done this nine times in just your short life. This is how you get boxes.”
Dumpsters? Dumpster-diving? O-kaayyy.
“I’ll be there in 15 – be ready.”
I’ll be ready as soon as I go ask the Smiths for their leftovers.
It’s aspirational. Bought this Anya Hindmarch* “I am not a plastic bag” tote in navy this morning on ebay. I would have loved it more if I could have picked it up for $15.00 back when it was originally sold in 2007, but $36 for this Anya-loving (she knows me: “you have a very intimate relationship with a handbag”), large-sized tote, going green-ish girl works for me.
The history of the tote is here, at We Are What We Do, “a global movement that inspires people to use their everyday behaviour to affect big environmental and social issues.” I love the focus on intergenerational communication – I’ll touch on that another day.
[Post edited to remove dead links.]
*If you like handbags and/or Anya Hindmarch, check out this exclusive video interview with her by NET-A-PORTER available on youtube.
Now I’m going to be dangerous. I knew I could do this but I had not looked into it. I am hoping to use my blog as more of a Twitter-type update thing. Although I still use Twitter. I’m kind of all over the Social Maposphere.
Today I have been wasting time shopping online. If you were to visit my Amazon Wishlist, my global shaky-feeling-I-want-it list, you would know the days I am working and the days I am lusting.
While I shop, this commercial, my favorite thing to see during movie previews, plays in my head:
So when I’m shopping, and I want this Prada Patina Satchel (which I could have bought pre-owned and at only $875) but am trying to convince myself that the B. Mak (at $155.60 on sale) is similar enough, I hear “You can get with this / or you can get with that.” My you usually wants to get with Prada.
What would work for me is if I could post my wishes and you guys could come back with reasonably priced alternatives. I’m a busy girl, really. I’ll show you – not how busy I am, but how easy I am to please.
“Shellie. The Prada is ridiculous. The Dooney & Bourke Florentine Vachetta Leather Medium Satchel, however, is close enough, and likely to die for. $345.00, which now sounds downright reasonable, donchathink?” Doesn’t anyone remember when I was dying to have the Judith Leiber Zaria Bag ($1095) which I had found on sale, in person, for $400? What if one of you had said, “You ought to look into the Stuart Weitzman Ruche for $256.50 or the Cole Haan Penny Mini Denney Bag for $131.40 in deep aubergine? Something like that. Or even, really, a Jessica McClintock Pleated Satin Frame ($40.60).
Leather. I mostly want leather. Sometimes I don’t, but I never, ever, want faux leather or PVC. Just sayin’.
Today I’m wanting, badly, this Cole Haan ‘Penny’ Small Denney Suede Satchel in red ($110).
It won’t be there long. Should I just make do with my purple suede, left, from Coldwater Creek that I bought ages ago for, what, $19?
Probably. To be continued.
This hurts so much to say: my B. Makowsky purse, designed by Bruce Makowsky, was designed by a man. It’s beautiful. It is not functional. I said the following about this purse on the first day I had it in my hot little hands:
“This purse is perfect for me.” I wish.
It’s beautiful. It’s so not perfect for me. I’m still going to use it, but I have things to say that I wish I’d known before I dropped $109 on it on ebay. At least it wasn’t full-price of $209.
“The handle is comfortable….” Lies. The first two days I had to keep asking someone else to carry it for me. The rolled handle cut into my shoulder so badly that I ended up asking my fifteen-year old with a third degree sunburn to carry it. I’ve since adjusted, but flatter is better. I also carry an iPhone, a small Verizon LG flip-phone, a wallet, a small leather notepad, and $5.00 in coins. Just a mention. But I also carry these things in my other B. Mak with no problems.
“[T]he bag drapes beautifully and has the soft glove leather feel that B. Makowsky is known for; I love the minimal silver hardware.” Well, that hardware is Not Kosher. It is minimal but it is so heavy that I’m scared I’m going to knock myself out with it. It could seriously be used to defend myself. Another problem is that the bag is constructed of such soft leather that when the bag is opened, the two heavy pieces of hardware come together in the center where my hands want to be to pull out a lip gloss or something. And if I hit my hand on one of those minimal hard-wear pieces, I’m gonna feel it.
On the shoulder, reaching into the bag to grab keys or something is not easy. The strap drop may be a little too short for that (9″) given the opening and heavy hardware. Or it could be that I’m trying to reach into the bag with only one hand since the other hand is always holding something else.
“I like the non-divided interior of this bag. I can slip a purse organizer into the bottom and keep everything sorted and upright around the edges.” True. I use the Purseket and this works fairly well. I think the large purseket might have done better though. Unsure – I have medium.
“[A]nd the Shitake color” is to die for. Love it for summer. Such a nice grey-ish brown.
That’s all I have to say about that. I am in love with this purse from a distance and I still can’t keep my hands off of it. It’s soft and it has soft fringe that my fingers are constantly running through, but the design needs tweaking before it’d be perfect for me.
My other new purse is this black Bryna Nicole and it’s not been delivered yet. I’ll report on that when it gets here. It is a fringe purse for winter that I couldn’t do without.
Now, which color ruffle bag do I want: purple or orange (Texas and Illinois). This is an inexpensive bag coming in under $50, so I want it. It’s washable suede. I don’t even know how they do that. I think I’d love it in a dark gray, but that’s sold out. I’m leaning orange.
Bear in mind that I already have two purple purses: the Coldwater Creek bag (Kate doesn’t like it – “cheap” she opines) and a Merona (Target) purple clutch with a large silver hoop wrist ring that I love and use often. Deep purple is so versatile.
My question is why are the beautiful purses the expensive ones? You can say they’re not worth it, and depending on your values for “worth it,” they’re not. But if you want a soft, beautiful, well-made, lifelong kind of purse, you’re going to pay for it and then take care of it. Which is why my Rebel B. Mak is sitting in its dustbag in the closet right now. I love that purse.
My current obsessions are these:
Tod’s “D” Bag, size “Media” $1445.00.
I mean, why can’t I like this satchel for $129 from Coldwater Creek?
IT HURTS THAT YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK.
And what about animal prints? I’m kind of in love with a Dooney & Bourke zebra print bag . . . and I’ve never, ever carried an animal print.
But don’t you think this is just simply amazing? The Dooney & Bourke leather zebra collection satchel, $275.
Or its kid sister, the Juliette Mini, $165.00? I actually want this one in mustard, which is more akin to the color of a baseball glove than yellow, but it doesn’t photograph well.
Yeah. I’m studying for the MPRE. I’m writing a memo on canine DNA, rewriting my Note (which I haven’t even re-read), and studying statistics (which book I haven’t even removed the plastic wrap from). Not shopping for purses. Just thinking about bags. Which reminds me that I need a tote for work. None of this briefcase and a purse. My manly briefcase needs a tote.
So, do I want the Fendi ‘Classico No. 4’ Leather Tote, at least right now? Don’t even ask.
Or this dark purple Yves Saint Laurent Large Muse Two tote? We’ll just go out on this one. $1295.00. If I go into a coma, for some unknown reason, and I wake up a size 2, I want this Fendi dress too, okay? Fendi not flowers.
I’m getting enough sleep at various hours of the day / night and I’m busy. That’s my summer. That’s my life. I think I’m so busy because of all the sleep, though. I’m not sure. But, I mean, still scheduling time for Play, Work, Facebook kind of busy. I have thought about waking up at 8a to see how that works out for me, but it’s so bright. And watching Weeds and Dexter at 2a via Netflix streaming always seems the better path.
What I’m up to this summer:
(1) Working with the Downstate Illinois Innocence Project, mostly from home I hope. I was not going to work this summer. I was going to “clean my closet.” 2L summer is the last summer of my life to play. And then Coach (Trial Team) dropped this idea on me and I couldn’t let it go. This is the kind of thing that I am passionate about.
The Slover case has been tried, appealed and is now in the post-conviction relief stage. The Slovers filed a petition for relief pro se. The petition survived the first stage of review, and counsel was appointed. I’m a part of the research / work to amend the Slovers’ petition. This is a huge file – 37,000 pages of documents. I spent over 20 hours the first week just trying to get a handle on the status of the case. I spent another three today on Wiki. I will be a lawyer someday. Speaking of, I’m waiting on my 711 license now. More on that when it arrives.
(2) Grading Journal submissions from the 1Ls in the Note-writing competition. Each member of Journal will grade something less than 40 notes (20 pps. each, I think?), we hope. Oh yeah – also updating and re-writing the JLTP webpage as the Journal’s Internet Editor.
(3) I’ve been asked to re-work my own note from 2L (that thing I kept ranting about on here) into a shorter submission, targeting a different audience for probable publication in our Journal.
(4) Learning statistics. My class, The Use and Retention of Expert Witnesses, used a statistician on the last day of class. I had to direct and cross him on electoral voter fraud. Preparing for that and performing those examinations, I realized that statisticians and statistics can Mess You Up if you don’t know what you’re talking about and can’t handle the witness, explain numbers to the jury, or talk to the judge about the testimony. And I was correct – already I’m embroiled in statistics with the Slover case and canine DNA, etc. I’m taking Empirical Methods in Law this fall and am reading Statistics for People Who Think They Hate Statistics and Applying Statistics in the Courtroom this summer to prepare. Numbers and maps are not my strong suit.
(5) Studying for the MPRE in August. Everyone has to take it; I thought taking it before school started would be wise. I think it is, but I still have to study.
(6) Visiting family; sitting in the hot tub; seeing Bon Jovi in concert with the girls I graduated high school with; reading books recommended for the externship experience – Picking Cotton (see the website; take the eyewitness test); Actual Innocence, and Too Politically Sensitive: Since When Is Murder Too Politically Sensitive. And if you, personally, have not read The Innocent Man by John Grisham, I highly recommend it.
(7) And dude. Speaking of statistics: for my fan base – in a completely unexpected and Costanzan move, I ranked in the top 10% of the class for the semester. Just the semester, I note. But you know my outlier has shocked and dropped some top 10 classmate somewhere. Sorry. I was all on top of P.R., Expert Witnesses, and Comparative Law. Better luck next time, gunn-ah.
Just got her acceptance letter: transferring into UIUC as a junior, fall, 2010, Psychology.
No clout required. Thank Vishnu.
Yeah. I got nothing. But, I did decide what I was going to wear at competition. Next was the hair but Brittanie tells me I’m more professional with the hair straight not curled although I want to wear it curled. When it’s really messed up, curled is better looking than straight. Enh. I’m just rambling. Must sleep but missed my Interwebs.
(PS) Clearly I didn’t post this before the competition. We did nicely. The kind of thing I’d rather tell you about in person. But I did wear ← this. It was fun. I didn’t remember that I owned suit pants. Oh, and my hair did well. So proud of it.
Later – full week ahead. Sort of. Now that Trial Team is over for my team, I am so happy. I still have Advanced Trial Ad which is the jury trial thing. Pre-trial conference is a week from tomorrow. Goes to trial Mar. 18. I can do this, I think. I should start writing the opening, I’m sure. After Trial Team, though, I’m just not worried. w00t.
Oh and I did clean that mirror! It’s a sick, sick world we live in.
Aside: The 14-year-old ambled in around 2p. In her pajamas. “Huh. You’re home?” Yeesss. “School was canceled?” Yeesss. That makes sense. There is, like, six inches on the ground. It reminded me of the time Kate was in third grade, probably, and she was waiting on the school bus at the end of our Michigan driveway. Mooomm, I don’t think there’s school today! “What? Of course there is.” Noooo, no one is going to school today. “Well, even if no one else goes to school today, YOU are.” She comes in fifteen minutes later. Seems a lady stopped and told her school was delayed a couple of hours for fog. So hard to believe that state calls themselves Wolverines. Or worse, Spartans.
So I walk outside. Or look outside, rather, from the garage door. I cannot wear these boots. They’re cute and suede. I promptly had to make changes which, because I love (me, you) so much, I’m going to show and tell.
The Slouchy Boots became Kamiks. We all need Kamiks. Smart-looking and weather-proof. Not warm, but you’re not walking a great distance, are you? Love my Kamiks.
The purse was changed after I got home. I noticed water spots on my bag while I was out. Because I adore this Brandy-brown B. Makowsky Rebel bag, this is unacceptable. The snow on my Kamiks melted, my purse touched my Kamiks, and I got to thinking, “What if the snow/melty-stuff/water had … salt in it from the salt-trucks?” I love this bag too much to risk unknown harm. So I’ve now transferred all my worldly goods to this purple suede bag which I picked up for $15.00 when I was Christmas shopping at Coldwater Creek for the older1 people in my life. Fif-teen dollars. It’s $48.99 at the Outlet right now.
There would have been something wrong with this purse with that outfit, though. It’s hard to see, but I am sporting a purple sweater dress.2 I just fill it out more than the woman with beautiful long hair and fifty-nine-inch-long legs. And I don’t wear that ridiculous scarf and not just because a scarf around my hips looks ridiculous. Oh, go have a kid whydoncha. And don’t carry a purple bag with that dress. This Simply Vera Wang ruched clutch in burgundy would have been a sharp choice. Man, I love that bag too . . . .
I don’t know what is up with me today, but maybe it’s passed. I need a new WordPress post category like Something Shiny or Manic Moments.
(PS) Is my “I am supposed to be writing an opening, closing, direct, cross, cross, direct, and Note” showing?
(PPS) I solemnly swear to clean that mirror one of these days.
1 There is nothing wrong with Coldwater Creek, per se. But you have to admit that if you are not very, so very I’m unwilling to do it, picky, you will look like you are headed to the nursing home, not as a visitor. I kid, ha ha. <- that is for my dear Gina who loves Coldwater Creek and asked me “What is wrong with Coldwater Creek?” when I saw her at Christmas. Stick with their solids and they have some very, um, solid choices. But all that print old-woman stuff? My own PSA – skip it.
2 My gay friend doesn’t like this dress – he’s “not a fan” of the tunic and tights look. “Honestly? It makes your hips look bigger than they are. Andthey’renotthatbig.” Why doesn’t he just shut up and stay out of my head?