To Go to the Dollar Store

Some nights it sounds like I share a bed with a wood chipper.

My husband snores.

In his defense, he feels really bad about it and is incredibly apologetic. 

He's also sweet enough to wear a Breathe Right Strip every night to bed.

Those things are NOT cheap.  Not. Cheap. 

Knowing that, can you please explain why when I saw them at the Dollar store a few weeks ago ($1 for a box of 30!!!) I didn't buy them?  Nope, neither can I.

So, now I torture myself by going back to the Dollar store once a week to see if they've gotten another shipment of them to practically give away.

To this point it has been a fruitless search.

But I'm not going down without a fight.  Weekly trips to the Dollar store it is.

This dress is another thrifting find.  It's actually a house dress that my super talented friend, Lisa, altered for me.  Now, it's adorably wearable and totally comfortable.  She also made this belt.  But she didn't make the shoes.  Those I got at Marshalls.  Though, I may have been shopping with her when I found them...

p.s. I think I need some props or something to do with my HANDS, wouldn't you agree?

OK, so this is probably a more realistic picture of how I looked yesterday.

~ Barefoot, in the kitchen making Zucchini Bread at 3 in the afternoon waiting for Oprah to start ~

The only thing missing from this cliché picture is a strand of pearls.

If my 20 year old, women's studies major self could see me now...

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