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Bought in Buffalo

I worry that I come off as some sort of shopping-obsessed clotheshorse on this blog.  That's really not the case.  Yes, I like to dress well sometimes, but most of the time I am perfectly happy in jeans. It's about dressing appropriately for where you are, not being decked out in labels and expensive stuff. And, as the proud owner of a t-shirt that reads "LED BLOODY ZEPPELIN, THAT'S WHO",  really, how classy can I be?

That being said,  the annual Buffalo excursion happened last weekend, and even when I say I'm not going to buy anything, somehow I always do.

I found a lovely shirtdress at Brooks Brothers; a classic, not too logo-ish Tory Burch purse at the Sak's outlet; and a few other great finds, most notably this short nightgown from Soma:

Not me, sadly.

It's just perfect for my hourglass shape. It looks amazing on, if I do say so myself, and it's so supportive I could practically go jogging in it. I'd never heard of this place, but after checking the website, they don't have any stores in Manhattan, so I can't load up this weekend.  They ship to Canada, but the price of this goes from $59 USD to $83 CAD, which is sort of extortion, so I'll have to think about this. I'd love a few more of these, in other colours.



I also got a striped skirt at J Crew that I have been going back and forth on so long that they're all out online and in Toronto stores, so the fact that I found one meant I should have it.  Right?

Yes, there were good sales, and some items of clothing it's harder to find here, but most important, of course, is the food.

I don't care for them, but several friends are wild about M&Ms, specifically the Mint and Birthday Cake flavours.  I'm more into the baking stuff you can't buy north of the border, so I picked up a Pillsbury white mix with no preservatives, and the Duff mix that makes this funky rainbow cake. Pride comes every summer, after all.

And, most importantly, I had my annual half slice of Cheesecake Factory Red Velvet Cheesecake. You can't bring it home, per se, but I suppose I am bringing it home in the form of a new layer of fat to be worked off before my clothes fit right again.

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