After a week in the doldrums, Friday is taking a good turn--

• I hauled a stack of kids magazines, two bags of videos, and a bag of kids' software and some music CDs to the American library and donated them.
• I got the latest issue of Rolling Stone with Bruce Springsteen on the cover. The only thing better than Bruce's music is the intriguing contents of his mind. Getting inside his head and his creative process was singularly satisfying. Great interview. And as a bit of trivia, I discovered he's Italian on his mother's side and Irish on his father's--just like me.
• Sometimes when one feels as gray as the sky, the only way to get some color in your life is to unleash some grrrl power. That explains why I, the woman who normally wears boring Hanes for Her cotton underwear, spent an inordinate amount of time choosing three pairs of very sexy panties off a rack yesterday.  Finally, I've graduated from the underwear that is sold in plastic packages next to the socks to the good stuff that's hung on hangers in the lingerie department. Oooh la la. I'm feeling very French.
• I bought an issue of Allure magazine and vowed to be more beautiful...
• And today I zipped on my wicked little black boots with the pointy toes and sharp little heels to run errands with the kids. I left my boring square-toed middle-aged soccer mom loafers at home--and that felt mighty fine. 
• There was a new barber in the barber shop, the place where my son has gotten many a crappy haircut. This guy took A's extraordinarily thick, hard-to-cut hair and gave him a haircut that was absolutely perfect. And he did it all with scissors and various cutting techniques and not the evil military hairclippers of doom. It was nothing short of amazing. Of course, I had sensed the barber had awesome talent when I noticed his kickass black cowboy boots with the silver buckles. I told him in French how much I loved them...
• After the perfect haircut, we went to a consignment shop where E-Grrrl of the hard-to-fit feet found an almost new pair of Clark's Artisan clogs in her size for only $3. They're beyond cute, with lots of hippie chic decorative stitching, and being Clarks, they're well padded and comfortable. Lucky her. Lucky me. Buying her shoes normally means I spend at least $60 because inexpensive shoes never fit her right--and then she outgrows the expensive ones in a matter of months.  Finding these clogs made my day. It also means she won't be borrowing my Ugg clogs anymore.

So what made your day? What's looking good for the weekend? Do tell. Let's share the good stuff, y'all.

November 2, 2007