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Thoughts on The Citadel

Yesterday Darin and I headed down to The Citadel Outlets for some shopping. We went for a number of important reasons:

  1. We wanted to see what Commander Shepard was raving about.
  2. Both of us needed smaller clothes because we’re losing our northern bulk.
  3. It was a gloomy enough day where doing something cool outside would’ve been lame.

It turns out The Citadel is on the other side of downtown, but since we had nothing better to do we took the 101 to the 5 and got off on Triggs. We passed some not-so-affluent areas on the way down that made us thankful to live where we live.

The place was packed. It was a holiday weekend, and we weren’t thinking. Despite the density of people, Darin eagle-eyed a parking spot on the surface lot and we parked all day for free, so that was intensely rad. The walk to the shops was short, but the onset of anxiety was swift. The people there moved like maimed, obese cattle with harems of sugar-frenzied children and an arsenal of strollers. Darin did his best with verbal Xanax and we made our way through the shops.

The deals at most of the shops were mediocre, but we bought a ton of stuff anyway. Our haul included new high-tops, some shirts, shorts, and swim trunks for D, and a jacket, some crop tops, a dress and a bandeau swimsuit for me. (Note: The crop tops are motivation to keep up the good work in the gym and get some flat abs. More on that another time.) We were pretty happy with our stuff.

Me with our bags and the retro Citadel spire

Me with our bags and the retro Citadel spire

Anyway – notable experiences:

– The Coach store makes people wait in line for entry. Only a certain number of people are allowed in at a time. There was a fancy lady bouncer shoo-ing people to the zig-zagging line and giving them little handouts. I found this laughable. Michael Kors apparently also does this.

– The Nike store was full of really big dudes. I lost Darin in there and it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

– H&M and Gap seemed to be the only stores that we visited didn’t have a tremendous markup before the discount. We actually scored good deals at those two shops.

– Strollers. Strollers everywhere. Huge, hulking, battering-ram strollers.

Will we go back? Probably not, unless we have visitors that want to check it out. I know at least one lady who’d wait in that Coach line. (I’m looking at you, mom.) Definitely won’t go back on a holiday weekend. Probably will pack a flask of whiskey.

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The Great Bin Hunt

Our bathroom was designed by a man. I know this because there is a glass sink/counter that is impossible to keep clean, and open storage areas that showcase all of your clutter.

Who would see this and go "Yes, that's the design for me!"?

Who would see this and go “Yes, that’s the design for me!”?

As some of you may know, I’ve been looking to reduce this mess-tastic scenario by purchasing lidded, opaque storage bins. If you know that, then you also know that I’ve been looking for over a month with absolutely no luck.

Places that disappointed: Target, Pier 1, Michaels, World Market “Cost Plus”, Bed Bath & Beyond, our local Goodwill, and many online shops (Amazon, The Container Store, and more).

Then I discovered there’s an IKEA in Burbank. I forced Darin to take me there post-haste. Naturally, he was thrilled.

I didn't want to go alone because I knew I'd never get out with money left to my name.

I didn’t want to go alone because I knew I’d never get out with money left to my name.

After finding our way through the labyrinth to the area where you can actually purchase things instead of gazing at the showrooms with reckless wallet-abandon, we finally found the holy bin grail.

IKEA BLADIS, our hero!

How sexy is that bin!? It’s black, and even has a handle to pull out of the storage area. We bought two, along with some other things because you obviously don’t just go to IKEA and leave with the bins you needed.

Here we are in triumph.

Here we are in triumph.

And here's Darin at Hooter's, because I let him choose dinner after dragging him through IKEA.

And here’s Darin at Hooter’s, because I let him choose dinner after dragging him through IKEA.

I got the bins home and am happy to report that they have acclimated well to their non-Swedish surroundings. They fit in the spaces well and look like they’re the right color. I’m so pleased to come to the end of this bins saga.

Damn, those are some sweet bins you might say.

Damn, those are some sweet bins you might say.

This is how I found the bathroom when I went to take photos.

This is how I found the bathroom when I went to take photos.

Also, while out hunting for bins I was able to score these adorable little succulents at Michaels for the equally non-functional, clutter-baring shelving above the sink. (They’re artificial, because there’s no natural light in the bathroom at all.)

They were like $8 or so, and they make me happy.

They were like $8 or so, and they make me happy.

Here's Konan checking them out like the sassy cat she is.

Here’s Konan checking them out like the sassy cat she is. She’ll probably try to eat them later.

Cats - they're so vain, you can't take a single home photo without them.

Cats – they’re so vain, you can’t take a single home photo without them.

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