"Molopoly" (Junior)

I am going to be honest, I haven't picked up my camera in a few days. Why? Because a friend of mine has me hooked on the first season of a television show that she's obsessed with and therefore my productivity level has been minimal.

I have stopped watching to go to work at Loft or to babysit.

Can we just talk about how I have never made it through a full game of Monopoly and yesterday, I got through 2 full games. Well, 1.965 games. And well, he couldn't pronounce Monopoly, so we really played "Molopoly"...Junior.

I seriously had to Google directions. What happened to the good ol' days of simply playing Go Fish?

We spiced it up with some Indiana Jones hatwear.

Me pretending to be actively playing while he took the picture. It was really his turn.

Once we got really tired of the game, we headed to Chick-fil-A to celebrate his win(s). What? I let him win. Okay, okay his math skills are impeccable. I went to a liberal arts college.

 Cutest graduation gift award? Yeah, that says "congraeulations" with a UNC symbol. Yeah, it's the cutest. Thanks for my Carolina blue tart dish! It matches my new dishes!

Last night I worked at Loft. I really love their clothes. I really love working there. But, can we just discuss why every retail store believes that folding their clothes instead of hanging them and putting them on a table for customers to pick through is a good idea? There was hardly anyone shopping last night, so I worked on sizing and folding clothes on different tables. Folding them and making them look nice makes me happy because I visually like the way it looks. I walk away from the table, I come back...and there's Sally Sue reaching in the middle of the stack for her size and badda bing badda boom I'm slow-motion running to that pile screaming, "WAAAAITTT!" only to arrive 2 seconds too late and the top of the pile is on the floor.

No, that never happened, but I imagined if it did what I would say to the gal after making a dramatic leap to save my beautiful pile of folded clothes.

Not me. Found this through Google.

In the reverse manner, I feel bad for the people who see me folding clothes, but see a shirt they are dying to rake to the fitting room. They stand there actively looking at me and then don't make an effort to find their favorite shirt because they feel bad asking me to undo what I've been working on for the last 10 minutes. That is, until I say, "Madam, what size do you need?".

So see? Folded clothes are no good for anyone. I'm going to design a store one day where the only folded thing in the store is a napkin in the break room. You wait.

This post is giving new meaning to "retail therapy". And that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Happy Wednesday!

Always,
Carrie