We're back from the Land of the Interchangibly Attractive White People. That and the Land of the Humorless Traffic Cops.

We got pulled over just as we were coming into Denver. 77 in a 55 and a construction zone. Twenty over the limit is an automatic summons to court, so we'll be back in the Land of Interchangeable White People on December 9 for a 10 a.m. appearance the following morning. Grandma's thrilled we'll be back so close to Christmas. Adam's not so thrilled about throwing a zillion dollars at the problem to make it go away. I'm actually, um, looking forward to going back. I, erm, make her happy.

Well, it's better than making her cry.

The shopping excursion went well, since the account is what you're all breathlessly waiting for. I was disappointed to find out Nordstrom had ZILCH in the way of any clothing. Maybe I was doing it wrong by not asking for them to bring me things. Dillards, Foley's et. al. have me trained to just flip through racks until I find something, load up on the hangers and head into the dressing room. There was one red BCBG dress, but not THE BCBG dress. (If you're curious and near a BCBG store, please ask to see the "Rouge" dress.)

We left (after fondling the shoes) and went outside of the mall to a shopping "village" One of the little boutiques was having a remodling sale, so we went in and poked about. Eventually, Adam and the shopkeeper were ferrying article after article of clothing to me in the dressing room, both having a ball playing dress up with their own (slightly less dumpy now) doll.

I tried on skirts, dresses, blouses and a pair of jeans. I ended up walking out with a long black lycra skirt with a nice ruffled hem, and two (almost) identical blouses. V-neck. Rayon with wrinkles built right in (sort of a pseudo-ruched effect). Fluted sleeves with similar fluting at the hem. It works, amazingly. One is in burgundy and the other is orange with large olive green leaves floating across it. Again, it works.

At the register, I was tempted by a funky green necklace of clear glass and fake jade with little flower charms. Dangly earrings came with. I bought it. Adam pointed out this beautiful black shawl. I made him buy it for me. A good haul, overall, though not quite what I had in mind for the wedding.

Went back to Nordstroms and bought all of the Philosophy I've been craving. Passed on the shoes, so I'll have something to buy when we're in Dallas in three weeks. We had lunch and then tripped past downtown to the Tattered Cover. We put in a couple of hours there, decided we were too tired to go to Cherry Creek Mall (home of Niemans, Saks and the Betsey Johnson store). Went back up to Grandma's.

I picked up "What Not to Wear" at the Tattered Cover -- this one by the BBC chicks, not the American posers. Turns out, I had bought blind what would flatter my figure. How 'bout that? I'm basically the short, brunette version of Susannah. So, I should wear deep V-necks, fluted sleeves, wraps, and dangling earrings (for the illusion of a longer neck).

Even the coat, THE COAT, fits my figure. Oh, and Adam loved, loved, lurved the coat. But no, it did not come home with us...this time. I get the feeling she's planning on giving it to me for Christmas. So, we'll see.

Anyway. The ferrets have come home. It's time for a bit of fuzz time.

As for the dress question, I might hit the big Dillard's and see if I can find something...or at least pick up the super sexy plum pumps (also sexy ankle boots in the same color, but I'm saving them for an after Christmas present). They are known for carrying more than one dress in more than one size.

Ah, sarcasam. How I've missed thee.