Questionably Fabulous

Was going to expand on my Highlights posting but then I had THE MOST Questionably Fabulous day yesterday with the most famous (see how British I’m getting) of mix ups.  All performed by none other than me but then directly after Bryan had quite the blunder as well.  Crazy. 

Yesterday I went shopping with my new friend.  When I went to the American Women’s Club of London she and I were two of the few under 35 there so we instantly clicked.  Plus, for my homies back in The States, yes, she’s my people – 100% Filipino!  My mother would be so proud!  But I digress…

Ellen and I met at Oxford Circus Tube Station.  First of all, it took a smidge longer to get there than I thought so when I arrived 5 to 10 minutes late I was afraid I’d missed here.  Having been a genius I didn’t bother to set an exact meeting spot so I circled the station.  Which. Was. Huge. Fab. I walked up all five of the exits and walked around thinking maybe she was outside the station waiting for me.  Nope. Then I circled the station again and set her a text message.  Then I remembered her saying she hadn’t gotten a mobile yet and so the text message I sent was prolly no where.  I called her at home, why?  No clue.  Clearly she wasn’t going to get that message until she’s given up on me and gone home but I left it anyway.  Yikes.

We did finally meet up and both laughed at how we both had basically been doing the same things cause we were both lost and so forth and so on.  We bonded quickly over the fact that she bought a purse from a guy holding an umbrella over a stand.  My kinda girl!  She is from Jersey I reminded myself, and therefore likely to be fabulous in some if not all ways! 

On to shoes.  My knee high black boots have started to let my feet get wet and the toes are all worn out.  So, shucks, I need to buy a new pair.  I really want to get something COMFORTABLY (I know, gasp with shock, I’m going to buy something sensible) so I wanted to try on a bunch and she was more than happy to oblige, confessing that she’d been buying boots since she and her husband got here in October and wanted to join me but would have a hard time explaining coming home with yet another pair.

So there I am, faced with this wall of completely foreign (pun intended) show sizing and she helps me determine that I’m either a 6, 6.5 or 7 depending on brand and fit etc.  I pull a 6 off the sale shelf (aint getting rid of that habit, can you say clearance baby?) and put the boot on my left foot.  It’s a little snug I say and grab a 7 and notice that this one is a right foot boot.  I try it.  It’s loose.  “That’s odd,” I think to myself. “The first boot was a left but this boot is a right?  Usually stores put out all right boots.” Um yea AC they do.  And so did this store.  That 6 was tight because it was on the f-ing wrong foot you idiot! 

I mean, seriously, I’m 30 years old and I cannot figure out how to put my shoes on correctly?  Must be early signs of dementia. 

I contemplated keeping it a secret, but who am I kidding?  Clearly this was going on my website and I might as well fess up to my new friend.  I did, she nearly fell over laughing, and well, so did I.  Completely QF.

One of the other things Ellen and I did was look at some furniture so that I could get some price references for what we are thinking about buying for the new house.  Wowza, it could be costly!  But we found some reasonably stuff too and I took pictures and wrote down product numbers etc.

Bryan got home on time yesterday!  A major triumph considering that it was his 4^th day at work and only his 1^st time not getting lost on the way home.  Between getting on the wrong trains, missing the trains, and walking in circles for house that boy has had some serious trouble.  But alas he arrives and hands me a receipt and confesses to not remember his pin number (again) and that it might be funky on the bank transaction etc.  It’s from Subway and I look at him and say “Why didn’t you use your Oyster Card for the subway?” (Side bar, an Oyster Card is the card you preload with money to use on all public transportation here.) He starts to giggle and says “That would have been interesting trying to pay for my lunch at Subway with my Oyster Card.” We both burst into laughter. 

Right after that I start talking about my shoe episode and we laugh harder.  And then I pull out my camera and start talking about furniture.  We’re still both giggling a little and I get to this reclining chair with a foot stool.  Super comfy and definitely would be a splurge.  I say, “This one is really expensive, it’s 300 Pounds.” And he says “All by itself?” And I say “Well, it comes with the foot stool.” And he says “But it’s 200 LBS?” And I say, “Yea, it’s GBP 300.” Which is when the light flickered on for both of us and I realized he was talking pounds like the US weight measurement and I was talking pounds like the UK money system.

Ah the joys of living abroad.  I sure wish we’d gotten that whole exchange on video cause it was hilarious!