Last night we celebrated “Anti-Valentines Day”/February 13th/the day that the Boy proposed to me back in 2008 by going to one of our happy places…

REI! That’s riiiiight. We love REI so much we registered with them for our wedding. We love REI so much we went to the flagship store, in downtown Seattle, a massive warehouse filled with every imaginable item to send one’s REI A.D.D. into overdrive.

Actually the real reason why we went to the flagship store was because it was one of two REIs around Seattle that currently carry the ski boots the Boy has been looking for.

He had his contacts in from skiing with his grandfather all day. By the time we hit REI his contacts were drying up and he was getting grumpy. I carry eye drops in my purse for this problem, but he didn’t put enough in, maybe.

Are you aware that skiing is a very expensive hobby, blogfriends? Randonee ski boots cost anywhere from 500-900 dollars. He made sure of his fit at REI and is bidding on a pair on ebay. Good old ebay.

Success!

Meanwhile, I picked up some items during our tour around the store and then, before we left, methodically put half of them back. Consumerism guilt (did I always have that? or just after “Adbusters”?).

These gloves: nope. I’m nutso about that particular kind of fleece but ne’er mind.

This lime green jacket: nope.

However, this purple hat: YES! It called out to me from the hat wall. Not to mention I really really need a hat to securely cover my ears for our outdoor run/walks. I tried some ear muffs on but they fit on the back of the head, not the top, and it was just…weird.

Purple hat, you and I are going to get along just fine. That’s the treadmill I’m leaning on. It had been on the back porch for a loooong time and the wet weather had made it noisy as hell but the Boy fixed it, and moved it back inside. So we can actually, um, use it. Now that it’s in the middle of the living room it can’t be ignored, right? Rrrrright?

Meanwhile…

…after 6 weeks, my Pettipants Revolution tags finally arrived! Yaaaaay! They are beautiful.

Some pettipants made from this damn tricky, ultra-lightweight silky fabric that I’m gonna have to master before I offer them for sale. It’s shedding at the seams, no good. I e-mailed my sister-in-law, an excellent seamstress, for advice. Either I’m going to have to avoid this fabric in the future (sniff!) or take a class.

I was planning on making my mother and I a pair of these green silky pettipants (before she requested flannel ones), but again, this damn silky fabric. Why must you torment me, silky fabric? I love you so!

I love this trim.

And THIS, excuse me? Could you just…? It will match everything!

The Broad’s roommate ordered her to go out and get some “slutty” clothes for some plans they have on Saturday.

“Oh, I could help you with that,” I snorted. “I practically have a degree in obtaining slutty clothes.”

See: Burning Man 2009 wardrobe! So: slutty clothes shopping for the Broad today. Excitement! The camera’s coming along, of course.