Dorkiness

My new shoes, the dorkiest pair ever purchased by me, are a result of shopping with my sister and niece Glory yesterday. Brooke had to introduce me to Ross, which seems like a relative of TJMaxx or Marshall's, and I am all for those kind of stores. Both girls convinced me that these were so cute and I should buy them. My feet said YES! We likey, so I did.

The homemade shortie socks just make the ensemble, no?

When we get together it is usually a mix of shopping and eating with the Rumdum high on the list of important stops. But this time we had stuff to unload at the Rumdum and did not venture forth inside. Since Brooke recently received the rest of her household goods from Singapore, and has been weeding through them, I got to look over them first, before donating them. It is amazing how much alike we are. Since I am 18 years older than her and in our whole lives we have only lived together a few months, one wonders how much like sisters we could possibly be?

A lot.

Little plastic containers? Can't resist them. So now I have hers. Knives, in multiples? Yes. Not to mention multiple pairs of scissors and rotary cutters. Eek.

At the stores we visited, we both spent a long time in the bed aisle. What is it about women and bedding? Brooke says it's nesting. Well, I guess. But I must say we have the nesting instinct in spades. More bedspreads, quilts, comforters, pillows and sheets than necessary by a long shot.
I came home with a set of pink sheets, donated by Glory who is so over pink.