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Today I ventured out to that Fifth Ring of Hell otherwise known as Wal-Mart. But the Big Box Gods were clearly smiling on me.

First, I scored $5 Mickey Mouse tees for the family to wear on our upcoming trip to Disney World, a purchase made especially gleeful by the knowledge of how much these will horrify George.

And then, I was sailing past the sewing aisle, when I happened to spy some cherry-shaped rhinestone iron-on decals. I bought one, of course, and, upon my return home, spent a very satisfactory half-hour turning a plain old white Gap tee into jewel-adorned splendor.

(I was so busy with this craftiness that I failed to notice I locked Lulu out of the house the last time I let the dogs out for a pee break. It wasn’t until I heard the muffled sounds of whimpering and went to investigate that I saw her standing by the front door, her homely face pressed against the glass, her entire body bristling with outrage, that I realized I hadn’t seen her in an hour or two. Whoops.)

Still, I’m quite happy with my cherry tee. I’m trying to work up the courage to head back to Wal-Mart to snap up more sequined iron-ons with plans to update my entire summer wardrobe.

Posted 25 March 2008 at 03:31 PM