Yay, another fun giveaway! Be sure to enter and tell her about your favorite Anthropologie work outfit.

http://anthrosdottir.blogspot.com/2010/05/anthrosdottir-giveaway-big-100.html

How CUTE are those little earrings???

Amazing giveaway!!!

I am currently obsessed with anthropologie, and I was just introduced to Ruche, a cute online boutique with a similar feel, through the blog Anthroholic. The link to the contest is below - just leave a comment about your favorite look in Ruche's lookbook to get entered to win that adorable blue purse - I already covet it.

http://anthroholic.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-is-here-anthroholic-reader.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+Anthroholic+(Anthroholic)

Australia

Once, while walking through a park on a hot day in Sydney, Australia, Becky and I were flagged down by a 30-something man with a handheld camera. Thinking perhaps he needed directions, we stopped to talk to him.

"Can I ask you ladies a favor?" he implored.

"Sure."

"Could you walk on my back in front of the camera? I would give you each ten dollars."

Becky and I just looked at each other, completely caught off-guard by this bizarre request.

Becky's response: "Is it okay if we don't?"

We walked away quickly, unsure of what had just happened. My favorite part is that Becky asked permission to NOT walk on someone's back on camera.

Also, we later agreed we would not do it for $10 Australian, because that's just like $7 US. For $10 American dollars....well, that's an entirely different story.

And thus ended our one chance to be featured on www.walkonmyback.com.au.

New Years

It rained at the amusement park that day, here in a place where it's not supposed to rain, not ever.

We had been looking forward to it for weeks. We were determined.

It rained so hard that the drops stung our faces, and the water pooled at our feet until we had to roll up our pantlegs to have some semblance of being dry. And even then, your shoes squished.

It rained so hard that we looked at each other from across the table, under the one dry alcove that allowed us admittance as well as truly awful cornmeal pizza, and just stared. Silently. Because we were two smart people, and what were we thinking? Did we think we were somehow impervious, covered in intangible slicker skins? Did we think the rain wouldn't catch us?

I told you it was okay if you wanted to leave. We'd been there an hour and a half. But my jeans were sticking to my legs, and the denim dye was running, and it was cold. There probably wouldn't have even been fireworks. Happy new year to us, too stubborn to stay inside during a downpour.

So we went home, and we dried off, and we fell asleep watching insipid talk shows.

Looking back on it now, I remember the look on your face, the water sliding off your nose. I remember the ride back, how we quietly fumed at ourselves, how we finally burst into laughter, because that was really the only thing we could do.

And I wouldn't have made it sunny that day if I could.