Tonight, Antigone Rising is playing a show for Cherry Lane's 50th Anniversary Party. I bought a new outfit, even though I'm acting nonchalant about it all. Apparently there's a red carpet and a press line, which means I could get photographed still carrying the last 5 pounds (that have turned back into the last 7 pounds) from the well over a year old pregnancy. 15 months and 17 days since giving birth, but who's counting? (update: photos have posted from this event. click here and click here)
@lizbrooks and I found these support like girdle things at Filenes Basement. Two things about that sentence. 1) I said girdle. Is that even a word anymore since Spanx were invented? and 2) Filene's Basement. You're damn right. Name brands at affordable prices.
Plus, the nude color tone will make it virtually impossible to detect I'm wearing it, should my t shirt ride up while leaning over to adjust my amp volume. Win/win.
It wasn't the best day for shopping, I'm not gonna lie to you Diary. Some days you hit the jack pot. And some days you can't shake a single stitch out of the mall.
After we left Filenes, we went to the mall. In and out of every store in the joint. Nothing. I felt defeated. Exasperated. I missed an entire day of watching my babies grow and develop with nothing to show for it, until I ventured into Bloomingdale's.
Seriously. It would not have occurred to me, but @lizbrooks insisted. And sure enough, in some random section, way in the back-back, really really far back, I can't stress it enough, there it was. On a rack it didn't even belong to. Swinging, as if someone just debated it for themselves and decided against it. And now...I'll be wearing it over my control top nude colored girdle! Check it out:
You're looking at a bad ass black leather jacket that fits just right, Diary. ON SALE. And I'll be wearing it like I mean it on the red carpet tonight. I will not, however, be wearing the Baby Crocs caught in the lower left corner of the bad ass black leather jacket photo.
But as an fyi to any moms (or dads) out there admiring those Baby Crocs (a larger photo to the right for your viewing pleasure), there's a Killer Croc Bodega set up in the mezzanine of the Roosevelt Field Mall. The Crocs don't actually kill, I can see how that sentence could be misconstrued. I mean killer as in rad as in sweet. All synonyms in the Dictionary of Kristen. My blog. My rules.
The Killer Croc Bodega is right across from Auntie Anne's Pretzels (who me, what 7 pounds?). A really nice lady sells them. Apparently, these Crocs "resist bacteria." As she told me this detail, I realized why they call the shoes Crocs. Anyway, tell her I sent you. She'll remember me. I was the girl fumbling for her credit card while juggling a diet coke and an Auntie Anne.
Alright. I've got to go flat iron my lid for the big show. And when I say "big," I'm not talkin' about my muffin top.
An actual Killer Baby Croc: