the sun has gone down and the moon has gone up

I know, I know, it's been days and days since a new post---but eating, drinking, shopping, and skiing just wipe a domestic goddess out. *insert smirk here*

Black Friday shopping was not as fruitful for me as it's been in past years. I stayed away from the coats though, since that has been the site of my impulse buys the past two years. I was in search of shoes for the Snow Ball, and did score a pair of glittery pumps by BCBG at over 60% off, but other than that no major deals. I got a sweater I had my eye on, but only $10 off retail. I wandered aimlessly around 4 floors of Macy's women's apparel, but everything was either too old, too young, too expensive, or just plain ugly. It got me kind of down actually; G not able to power shop? It was awful.

Then I found myself exhausted after all the traveling and a day of skiing I could barely keep my eyes open at dinner and a concert that evening. The hubby too, we made quite a pair. I have joked and whined about aging before, mostly for show since it's a common theme for people my age, but this was the first time I really felt "old".

I don't know if this was good or bad, or helped in some bizarre way, but I found myself glancing at a magazine at the checkout Monday. I've perused it before---it had articles that seemed relevant and fashion I liked. It was called "More" and it is being marketed to women over 4o who don't consider themselves quite the Ladies Home Journal crowd. Anyway, when I turned to the page that said, "Unleash your inner teenager. Who says you have to wear adult clothes?" I immediately dropped the issue into my cart. Bwah!

I most likely won't update again until after the Ball, where I'll give you all the juicy details and pics of how hot I looked. With my handsome tuxedoed man on my arm. :)