tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33275552439664988522024-02-06T18:31:01.427-08:00green seamsGarbage Cinderellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458055084045511272noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327555243966498852.post-41527148446452381052009-10-05T14:42:00.000-07:002013-04-21T13:24:41.020-07:00King Kong versus Godzilla versus Mothra
One thing about being a stay-at-home mom: for the first three years of your child's life, you never--and I mean never--get to wear dresses. Your kid's life becomes your life. This includes running in the park, climbing play structures, and sliding your snug derriere down tiny slides and tunnels because your kid is too scared to rough-it alone. Your poor clothes take a beatingGarbage Cinderellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458055084045511272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327555243966498852.post-45861600415131968152009-05-28T15:45:00.000-07:002013-04-21T13:31:15.873-07:00Iron Maiden
I had tickets to a hot date--with my girlfriend. For the first time since giving birth, both of us planned to celebrate the momentous occasion of a Girl's Night Out. Freedom from our kids! Freedom from our men! Absolute Unencumbered Freedom.
Our destination: one of Portland's hottest auctions; a huge money-maker that generates over $500,000 in a three-hour evening from the city'sGarbage Cinderellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458055084045511272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327555243966498852.post-66240472935669064632009-05-26T09:14:00.000-07:002013-04-21T14:57:48.511-07:00Transforming Miss Thing into Mr. Kid
You've probably guessed by now that I'm not the only Second-Hand Rose of the household. Handsome and the Caped Crusader are in the business, too.
In fact, this used-clothing lifestyle was instigated by the Caped Crusader's arrival. When he was an infant, I'd pack him in the stroller and walk to the thrift stores to pilfer through mountains of kids clothes. Gradually, I built a Garbage Cinderellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458055084045511272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327555243966498852.post-78093841756686931332009-05-20T14:42:00.000-07:002013-04-21T14:57:11.189-07:00Miss Portland
For those of you without kids, a playgroup is just how it sounds: it's a group of kids and their primary caregivers who get together on a weekly basis to play. And we do indeed play.
Playgroup is my mid-week haven. It's a day when the Caped Crusader will run off with friends while I reclaim some precious time to sit on a couch and chat about some seriously random stuff with Garbage Cinderellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458055084045511272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327555243966498852.post-79613662101815665012009-04-28T12:04:00.001-07:002013-04-21T13:50:15.897-07:00The Tease: End Result
The dress before...
And after!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Disappointing, I know. Not much has changed (except the accessories and larger slit in front). And the After photo is blurry to boot. I've let you down!
But sometimes life is just one giant pile of disappointments. And the real let-down is that this Cinderella didn't go to the ball after all. Yep, no party. Zilch, zero, nada.
Garbage Cinderellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458055084045511272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327555243966498852.post-79126414307994886962009-04-17T12:04:00.000-07:002013-04-21T13:55:39.308-07:00The Tease
When taking care of a small child, it's so easy to fall into the Soccer Mom rut. It's so easy to opt for comfy shirts, sporty pants and athletic shoes. It's so easy to favor one shelf and one drawer in the closet. And it's so easy to slight all the pre-motherhood clothing that hover in the corner with hanger marks and dust around the shoulders. Yet too many years down the golden pathGarbage Cinderellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458055084045511272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327555243966498852.post-82451390136620551722009-02-02T20:56:00.000-08:002013-04-21T14:23:07.022-07:00The Bomb
The first time I donned a bomber jacket, Handsome-then-boyfriend, looked at me, his heart jumping backflips, and said, "You look like a Rude Girl!"
"A rude what?" I asked, not knowing anything about Mod culture and lingo. In his early college days, Handsome used to wear skinny ties and an army-green parka, and he scooted around on a Vespa.
So when I spotted this Juicy Couture rendition of Garbage Cinderellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458055084045511272noreply@blogger.com4