Category Archives: Fashion

Zappos Sent Me Used Underwear

Underwear

Sometimes a customer service crisis really is just the basis for an amusing anecdote. And I thought we could all use a good laugh.

(Also, I tried to come up with a witty title for this post and then decided the event really just spoke for itself.)

Zappos sent me used underwear. Continue reading

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Pre-K Fashion Show

Pre-K Fashion Day has arrived, and to break down the best of the best, Stream of the Conscious is selecting the top 2 looks from the best Spring 2015 men’s collection. Consider it your definitive guide to the runway.

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Fancy Pants

Fancy Pants

It’s Christmas season. Which means the preschool Christmas concert is upon us.

Destroy informed me he would be wearing his reindeer hat and fancy pants. He has those now. Mostly I was hoping that Search would be in pants. Continue reading

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The Mom Costume

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When the boys were born I bought the mom-mobile. So it should come as no surprise to you I’ve also adopted the mom uniform. (Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain pretending to be a grownup.)

The boys have noticed it too. If I appear in a dress or skirt, they ask if I’m a princess. (Aww, I feel the love…) Then they demand I “go put on home clothes.” (Less warm fuzzies…)

The Mommy costume: disheveled hair, casual shirt (or sweatshirt) and yoga pants. Continue reading

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What Not to Wear

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In order to prevent an early morning tantrum, I acquiesced to the 3-year-old demands to pick out *my* outfit. Then I had to go to work. This is my story. Continue reading

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An Ode to Boots

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I like boots. They are my favorite winter footwear. (These boots were made for walking and all.) Black boots, brown boots, high heels, riding boots. (Dear Santa, I presently have a thing for red cowboy boots.)

I have clearly passed my love of shoes onto my children. Continue reading

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Professional Mommy Style

Today I was faced with a detrimental project problem at work. I looked down the length the conference table and announced, “Make it work!” Because there is really no situation that cannot benefit from the sage advice of fashion guru Tim Gunn.

I was met with a silent host of blank stares. I realized I was surrounded by computer engineers. This was quite clearly my most impressive Know Your Audience fail yet. Continue reading

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Good Idea. Bad Idea. A Tale of Customer Service

Good idea:

As you read this, I am en route to the Big Apple, the Empire State, my NY state of mind – New York City.

Obviously I needed new shoes. (Don’t judge me. How else am I going to make it through security?) Despite my affinity for 4-inch heels, I was recently introduced to Tieks shoes – foldable designer flats that fit in your purse for when the heels just aren’t going to cut it anymore.

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Haircuts and Heartbreak

Big week for the graduating class of 2012. It’s finals week in the toddler room.

Will they eat all the food provided from the school kitchen? Can they successfully drink out of big boy cups? How will the transition to the new class go? Will they remember to come home in their own pants? (That last one proved a resounding No.) Continue reading

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Flights of Fancy (and a desperate desire for shoes)

Much like Scout the big black dog, Destroy collected all the shoes this morning.When his little arms were full, he toddled toward me chanting, “Shoe! Shoe! Shoe!”

In what I thought was a standard assumption, I took the shoes he offered out of his hands – promising we’d put them on just as soon as he put his pants on. This was not a popular decision with a certain toddler prone to tantrums thrown with dramatic flare.

He flung himself to the floor, flopping around like a floundering fish, moaning and wailing in a terrifically awesome muppet meltdown. “SHOOOOOEESSS,” he screamed amid his sobs and distinctly unhappy wiggles. Continue reading

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