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"Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop." -- The King of Hearts

I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

Pix live on Flickr. I toss links out on Twitter when I feel like it. I'm still not sure what to do with G+ but I kinda like it.


Happy Shopping Moment

I could have procrastinated three more days (well, two and a half), but I actually took the initiative and went shopping for something to wear to the Saturday evening wedding that we're attending this weekend. Somehow my cute little turquoise Betsey Johnson didn't seem like it was going to cut it.... So, in a mild panic and with dread in my heart, I headed to the Village to see what I could find.

I have this knack for turning invisible in nice shops, and true to form, the ladies at JoAnn's never even got as much as a "Hi, how are you" out of their mouths in the two full tours around the floor that I took. Nothing looked appealing anyhow, so I went next door to White House/Black Market (on the advice of cousin Kirsten--thank you!) and not only were they friendly, it turns out they have great stuff and reasonable prices.

But the really exciting part was my own personal What Not to Wear moment, when I stepped out of the dressing room in a pair of dress pants, only to have the two clerks who were helping me both descend and tell me the pants were waaaay too big ("you're swimming in them!") and so I went back in and tried the next size down and glory hallelujah, I'm back in the single digits. Yes indeed, ladies and gentlemen, all those workouts, 7 point lunches and diet cokes have been worth it. I'm a size 8 again. I mean, it's one thing to think that your jeans are getting looser, but having your butt (or lack thereof) validated in the marketplace, as it were, turns out to be quite an ego boost.

So of course I bought a killer pair of shoes to go with my new outfit :-)

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