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Someone once said… “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

The dreamy atmosphere says- they get me

I’m the girl who gets lost in the mood, the atmosphere, and the hype. I walk into a store with the right music, the right colors and an atmosphere with that special something and it’s all over for me. I’m buying whatever they’re selling. Sometimes  you walk into a shop and you just know that they get you. I had that experience a few years ago at a local boutique, Octobermoon. I walked in the door and the music playing was from an artist that I love and listen to often, my favorite scent was floating through the air and when I struck up a conversation with the shop owner I could see so much of myself in her. I knew this would be a place I would frequent often.

This is how I feel when I look at a Martha Stewart Living Magazine or my favorite publication Claire Murray, La Vie and just how I feel when I enter the Anthropologie store or flip through their catalog. I’m instantly smitten and feel transported to a place where adventure and extraordinary style meet. Maybe I’m easily swayed or just maybe I’m the kind of girl who feels more than she thinks.

So many franchises rely on sales or lowest every day price and forgo the nice displays or inspiring atmosphere and in today’s market that works. But there are those shoppers who are swept up by the moment or buy into the dreamy lifestyle rather than the price- believe me they’re out there. Working as a sales associate at Pottery Barn has made me more aware than ever that I’m not alone. The temptation driven by a feeling of plush living works its magic on many.

So tell me what calls do you answer to: price, quality, atmosphere, or just pure temptation? Are you aware of that inner voice, buy me….

xo-jj

December 1, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, photography | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

I only came for the cupcakes

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Cute!

Kind of a funny story here… I took a trip to Sam’s club yesterday (I love that place) for some cupcakes. You can buy a flat of 30 white or chocolate cakes for less than $13.00. They even throw in the decorations if you ask. What a bargain what a deal, right? Well maybe not- wait until you hear the rest of the story. Sam’s club is all about buying in bulk and snagging the best deal. That’s the tactic to get you into the store but once you’re there all these novelty items jump out in front of you saying “look at me look at me.” Okay, maybe this only happens to me.

I was doing very well making my way through the isles and past all the temptations on my way to the bakery until someone intervened. This cute young girl walked up to me and said “can I show you something?” Well, I didn’t want to be rude and a girl has to make a living, right? Yeah, she had me the minute she mentioned compact and make-up kit. It was a promotional offer for a cute little kit, small enough to throw in your purse- at a very good price, I might add. Okay, I don’t even wear a lot of make-up these days but I couldn’t resist. I bought not one but two kits. Don’t ask me why. I have a terrible weakness for things like handbags,  shoes and anything mini, I’m a sucker and  a push-over. I love all things cute and compact.  Well, after I was convinced into buying two of something I really didn’t need it was as if a dam burst and things just started showing up in my cart.   The worst part is that by the time I left the store I had spent over two hundred dollars. But wait some of it was edible and I didn’t buy the outdoor furniture I had my eye on.

Someone once said…

“You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like a warm butter sliding down a hot toast? Well that’s what it’s like when I see a store. Only it’s better.”

 I digress. 

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 I tried the bronzer- it turned me orange.

As long as I’m confessing a little I might as well go all the way. Brace yourself, Sams Club is only part of the story. Yeah, it wasn’t my first stop 😦  Before I stopped at Sam’s club, for just the cupcakes, I paid a visit to my best friend Target. Do you know her? Me and Target, we go way back.

 So yep you guessed it, the damage had started there when I saw the perfect doll for the princess and a little dress for princess #2 who isn’t even born yet. I did go there with a purpose in mind. I needed something  to cure my son’s poison ivy. (He should know by now not to touch the stuff but it seems he has to test it every year and every year he suffers. )

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She looks right at home on the baby piano.

One of my tricks to keep frivalous spending at a minimum is shopping without a cart. Well, it seems that my arms have grown a bit because suddenly this method isn’t working. I still manage to carry a pretty damaging load to the check out. I won’t tell you what I spent; I”ll spare you that painful detail. After my very expensive outing I went straight home and hid, I mean, took care of everything. This is beginning to sound  a bit like confessions of a shopaholic- ya think?

The bargain cupcakes that started this whole adventure ended up costing me a fortune. They better be some damn good cupcakes! What’s in your wallet?  Mines empty!

xo-jj

June 10, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, rants | , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Just beyond the pink door

red-heelsShe was the kind of girl who had it all; poise, confidence, beauty and charm doesn’t require a man. Her high heels and polished suits pounded the pavement by day while her bare feet and free spirit danced in the garden by night.

gypsy-garden Her gypsy soul was responsible for creating a special place unseen by others. It was private yet free and uninhibited. It was the only place that she had ever, really, felt like herself. It was the kind of place where a girl could go to be completely alone, which was just the way she liked it. She had created a dual life- a business woman who earned a good living in the city by daylight and then disappeared into the country without a trace after dark. In the darkened sky, just before the moonlight, this woman became a girl. A young spirit with no identity, no responsibilities- just freedom and bliss.

gypsy-candle-lit-pathHer professional and personal life were completely separate . It seemed as though she lived two completely different lives, each with it’s own unique personality.  This switch in persona happened the moment she pulled off those heels. The business hair came down, her make-up was off and all clothes were free flowing or not at all. She lived in the garden and talked to the plants which bore the most succulent fruits. Each bite became sweeter than the last and every night the juice slid down her chin and onto the dirt floor. She bathed in a waterfall that feed a restful pond on the edge of a garden, filled with candle light and music. She danced without thought, she slept deeply, and she ate whatever she wanted. There were no rules in this garden, just colorful birds and fragrant flowers.  This woman never seemed to age as her dual life went on for years without any reason for change. Her life was beautiful and perfect outside the pink door.

It was a Wednesday and it felt like a day no different from any other. After she dressed in a business suit, and red heeled pumps, her hair went up into the perfect twirl and off she went. The city was hot and noisy but her day was uneventful,  yes, very uneventful, until she reached the pink door. This weathered old door with chippy paint and a slightly rusted metal handle would change everything. It would send her world into a tail-spin and make her question every inch of her life. It would threaten the gypsy girl who danced away the night and make this confident woman question her judgement. Opening that door seemed like a ridiculously stupid thing to do but something was calling her to it. This force unseen tugged at every fiber of her being and a voice from the other side seemed to utter her name in a whisper. Although curious by nature, she was always cautious and remained very private, but the voice kept calling and calling. She cupped her hands over her ears and closed her eyes but the voice never stopped and the temptation grew stronger. Will her hands be forced to touch the rusty patina and open that door?

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Will she open the pink door?  Libby said she would. I would. Would you?  That’s all we have time for today. Come back later, or you’ll miss the rest of my story. Have a great weekend my friends.

jj

March 27, 2009 Posted by | lovers, saga, secrets | , , , , , , | 11 Comments

A Little Neighborly Advice

Please welcome Shera to the sofa.

OK, so I’m married and have feelings for my neighbor. I know he has the same feelings for me. It’s needless to say that I don’t have a great marriage and haven’t been happy for a long time. My problem is I just can’t get this neighbor out of my mind! What makes matters worse, I’m “friends” with his girlfriend. I don’t know what to do.

Junie: Relationships are difficult to keep alive and sometimes the temptation to cheat is overwhelming.  Pull back and take a good look at the situation. The feelings you have for your neighbor has more to do with what’s lacking at home. Do what ever you can to avoid an affair. At least make an attempt (professional help) to save your marriage. This neighborly affair won’t be worth the the price you’ll have to pay in the end.

jj

February 3, 2009 Posted by | confessions, lovers, secrets | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Gifting Circle Madness

velvet-sofaHappy New Year Sofa Diary readers. I thought I would break into your regularly scheduled confessions to talk a little about a hot topic here on Javajune’s blog. Some time ago I posted my confession about being tempted to join a gifting circle of friends and since then we’ve had a confession from a woman who joined a gifting circle in her area.  I would like to open the floor (sofa) up for questions, comments and truths about these groups that seem to be popping up everywhere across the country right now. We have had comments for and against their existence on the two previous posts.

For those of you who don’t have clue about Gifting Circles the following is a brief description of how they work. Of course it is my take on the matter and I myself am not involved in one, so if I misspeak please feel free to correct me. Gifting Circles involve a group of people who come together for the soul purpose of  making money and friends. Each member contributes a sum of money, 5k seems to be popular, and the person in the receiver postion collects all the money. Then new blood is brought in with their money and the next person in line collects the dough. It could take months, weeks or even years for you to collect depending on how quickly your group gets new members and where you are in the circle.

I have been told it is an illegal pyramid scheme by some and that is not illegal or a pyramid scheme by others. This topic is one of the most hit-on subjects on my blog and generates a lot of controversial discussion and comments. Feel free to throw your 2 cents or 5k in (just kidding) and tell us what you know or think about the matter. The tough economic times and lousy stock market seem to generating a few new money making ideas out there. I have to admit that it all sounds very enticing but mostly just interesting.

jj

January 9, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, should be illegal | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 17 Comments