I have patent issues.

Well, finally finished with all of my day's errands.

First, Justin and I had lunch at the Bread Co. attached to our loft complex. Lunch started off bizarre. A homeless lady went behind us in line and then when we went up to order, asked us to buy her lunch. I mean, it's awesome that she's asking for food instead of money... but I don't want to be approached by anyone while waiting in line. That's just too aggressive, but whatever.

Around 5 o'clock, I drove to a different part of Forest Park. I did some running and jogging around the history museum, art museum, golf course, boat house and tennis courts. I knew I was going to run and then run errands, so to speak... I made sure I wore something presentable for both. I wore my new American Apparel leggings with the buttons down the leg, a tunic length swing top with puffy sleeves in a light weight pima cotton, my Tom Ford sunglasses and my New Balance sneakers.

After jogging in the park, I ran to the Tan Co. It felt so good to just lay there with the fan blowing and close my eyes for 14 minutes.

When I left the Tan Co., I decided to pop into the Galleria and pick up some things I've been meaning to. I picked up two lab vases at Anthropologie, a couple of presents for my Mom, my L'Occitane almond shower oil, a bunch of makeup replacements at MAC, some soap at Lush for Justin, and a new pair of black patent flats. All in under 30 minutes, because I needed to run to Target and make sure I left Target in time to get to Trader Joe's before they closed.

My new black flats


Which begs the question, I think I might have patent issues. The last four pairs of black shoes I have purchased have been slick and wicked black patent. Example:





It must mean that I'm in touch with my inner bitch. Though to be perfectly honest, I think the bad girl persona of patent leather off sets my rather prudish fashion sensibilities. Namely, that I either choose pieces that make me look Amish or like a Sith from Star Wars. Well, I'm Amish with a killer pair of fuck me shoes.

Target and Trader Joe's was rather uneventful. I got organic peaches on sale and Trader Joe's sea salt brownies that are so fucking addictive that they should be illegal. Though I hope they don't become outlawed, because I don't even want to think about how low I might go to get my fix.

What was eventful was me trying to get all the bags up to my apartment without the community grocery cart. I don't know who keeps stealing the fucking community cart, but if it's you and you're by chance reading this: stop it. Seriously, not cool.

And now I have some clothes to put in the dryer and nails to paint.