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Everything but the sunglasses

Lut and I went out to see a matinee of Men in Black II just after noon on saturday, breaking our pattern of seeing the late-late shows of new movies. But I'd been too tired to see a late show for the last several weekend nights, and by now we figured MIIB wouldn't be overrun anymore. We were right: the 12:15PM show had a few dozen people in the audience. It was a good film, about on par with the original. Nothing profound or uplifting, but a couple of hours of fun.

After we left the theater and came out into the bright sunlight, I commented that I wanted to replace the slip-over sunglasses I'd bought, and lost, last summer. After a minute of deliberation, we decided to go to "The Great Mall of America", which is really nothing more than a slightly larger than usual mall located about forty-five mintues from where we live.

This mall is a bit farther than the local malls, and we hadn't been there since our first trip four years ago. The thing I remembered best was the truly hideous carpet. One section had beige and dark purple stripes leading to something like a green and orange checkerboard border.I theorized that the principle was to lead the eye from the corridor into the stores, where the body would soon follow--just to escape the sheer ugliness of the floor.

So we hop into the car and drive off. The hideous carpet described above is still in place in its section of the mall, but the other mall segments weren't that bad in terms of decor. Some of the big display areas had changed. They'd taken out the computerized kiosk mallmaps that didn't work the last time we were there.

Lut got a soft pretzel (I wasn't hungry) and we wandered through the mall. We found a couple of places selling sunglasses, but only one of them had the slip-overs that I was interested in, and they had a small selection that didn't include the size and style I wanted. But as we walked on, we stumbled upon a Black & Decker store. I decided to get a blender so I could try my hand at smoothie-making, having just read a review in the paper about the utility of various tyrpes of blenders in doing just that. On a whim, i got a miniature cuisinart, designed to mince garlic or chop onions and the like. (It was only ten dollars, and right now our only chopping devices are plain ol' knives.) I once again elected NOT to buy a mixer. I don't know why. Maybe it's just that I don't feel a need to make baking cookies and other unhealthy items any easier. :)

After that, I went into a few stores to look at clothes, while Lut patiently waited on whatever seating was available outside the store. I'd been wanting to get a new bra. The one I wear most often now loses a little more of its embroidery every time I wash it, and it shows through a little on too many of the workshirts I wear. My size is just outside the common ranges--my cup size is atypically large for my frame size, so that I fall outside of "normal" on one end for thin people, and on the other end for fat people. Department stores normally carry a wide enough range that I can find something that works, but it's always a hunt. The first store I looked in I couldn't find anything that was what I wanted--namely, in my size and with a smooth cup that wouldn't show through clothing. But just across the hall was a hose & lingerie shop, and I went in there. A clerk hailed me as soon as I entered. Normally I like to browse on my own, but with Lut waiting, and me rather frustrated anyway, I told her exactly what I wanted. I haven't had good luck with this tactic in the past--usually clerks aren't that well-informed about their store's stock. However, within minutes this young lady had located four or five different versions that fit my criteria, and stowed me into a dressing room to try them on. I liked two of them so much I got them in both beige and white. And if this is TMI for you, whoops. :)

Last, I went to Deb to try on some peasant-style blouses. Last spring, "peasant-syle" was supposed to be "in" and you could find, in major clothing outlets, multi-tiered skirts, loose-sleeved crinkly cotton blouses, and other items more commonly seen at Renaissance festivals. None of them are the least bit authentic, of course, but it's the first time I can remember when mainstream fashion offered a style I actually liked. The style fizzled in retail, and now that it's on sale I thought I should get some. Deb was the only store that had any on display, and I didn't see any of the lace-up-the-front or off-shoulder stiles, but I did get a nice off-white one with sleeves that fit snug to the elbow, then flounce loosely over the forearm. The sizing was odd; I'm about a size 10 right now, which usually puts me solidly as a "medium", but in this case, I got the large, and even it is a little snug across the chest. Ah well.

After that, we got a Blizzard from Dairy Queen, then went off to procure goods with which to make smoothies. (Frozen fruit and yogurt, specifically).

We never did find me any sunglasses.
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