In case you’re wondering, today’s title is NOT a typo…but I’ll get to that in a bit.
But first, let me say that not much this week is going like I “planned.”
It’s mostly all good stuff, though, so I can’t complain.
Take Monday, for example. My bro (you met him here) spent the night on Sunday in our guest room/toy room (yup, you read that right…we like to give our guests the option of snuggling with a stuffed animal or maybe having their dreams haunted by the intermittent ROAR of the present I intentionally chose for Simon’s last birthday—a fearsome-looking animatronic dragon who stomps and growls loud enough to wake the dead…or at least our sleepover guests—what was I thinking?).
And then he stayed home from work on Monday morning with a sore throat, and since we were “home” at the time, I got to spend all morning chatting with him for the first time in a while.
Which, of course, I loved.
Then, yesterday, we spent the entire day working out the details of getting a new van—well, new-to-us, anyway.
We are quite utilitarian and practical when it comes to our vehicular choices.
I bought my “dream car” (prepare to laugh)—a Volkswagen Jetta diesel…seriously, I was obsessed—brand new when I was 19, paid it off with my teaching salary in 3 years…and we still have it, ten years later.
And then, about 3 years ago, I joined the leagues of minivan-driving mamas with the addition of our 2002 Toyota Sienna, complete with fetching racing stripes decals (you can see her in the background of our planking vlog from a few weeks ago…don’t ask how I got that dent in the bumper)
Let me tell you, I was one stylin’ chica in that ride.
So, when I stumbled across a 2007 Honda Odyssey on craigslist (did you just laugh again? I told you we’re practical! And new cars with three messy little kids are anything but practical) with every bell and whistle I could imagine (heated leater seats? um, yes, please) for an absolutely incredible price…well, the course of Tuesday, February 21, was altered forever.
Her name is Ophelia the Odyssey (which you would already know if you were getting Facebook updates, by the way : ))…
…and she’s battling for 5th place in my affections (after my husband and children, of course) with Penelope the Kitchenaid mixer (Penelope makes the best chocolate chip cookies, but Ophelia has a DVD player; it’s a close match).
So! All of these wonderful distractions would be just grand if it weren’t for the fact that I’m leaving for Blissdom (woot!) in the morning, and all of this visiting and running around means that I haven’t packed, my house is mess, and not one single meal is ready for my family to eat while I’m gone.
And I’m sitting on my couch talking to you guys.
Sound about right? (Hang on…baby girl is crying…I believe a diaper-change is in order).
Ooookay. I’m back.
So…what in the world does all of this blathering have to do with that oh-so-intriguing :”grifted or grifted” title and the fact that I’m supposed to be showing you pictures of clothes?
I guess I was just feeling chatty.
But now to the point.
I mentioned on Monday that we got to do some shopping on our relaxing weekend trip to Dallas.
Well, any time I find myself in Dallas with a little extra time, I like to swing by Anthropologie to marvel at their wares (and prices!!!).
But, although I have been know to trail my fingers lovingly down a silk blouse or two, I have never actually ended up at the register with anything more than a $5 pair of floral tights.
This time was different, though.
Because there, on the sale rack, were two dresses, quite different in style, but both very me, and, as it turned out, very Shaun too (he loved them both).
So, of course, I tried them both on and fell even more in love when they both fit perfectly. (And Shaun declared that they were his two favorite dresses he’s ever seen me wear…it’s like he wanted to spend money or something).
And then he came up with a brilliant idea:
Buy the one I loved most, and then host a little round of Grifted or Grifted.
Yes, they’re both retail, but which one did I buy?
That, dear readers, is what you must decide.
(By the way, as brilliant as I thought Shaun’s idea was, I would have been even more impressed with his intellect if he had suggested buying both dresses. Just sayin’).
So, here we go, which of the following grifted dresses is the first real Anthro clothing item to ever make me a poorer woman?
Apparently, I found posing in the Anthro dressing room while all the salesgirls rolled their eyes hilarious.
Of course, you vote, but to get full credit, you must (yes, must) leave me a comment:
1) explaining why you think I chose the one I did
2) guessing how much I paid for my choice.
Which grifted Anthro dress did I buy?
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