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Frustration with Tulle4US

On December 30, 2009

I’ve bought several coats from Tulle4US over the past months. I love them! They fit my lean, monkey-armed frame perfectly. And then…

For Christmas my mom bought me a coat from Tulle and one for my sister as well. Not someone who shops for the holidays months ahead of time, my mom bought the coats on November 25. My sister likes hers okay but could use a smaller size. The one my mom got me is a duplicate of one I already have, which is a sign she really knows my taste, I guess. “No worries!” I thought. “I’ll just exchange my coat for another one of the super awesome Tulle coats!” And then Tulle became significantly less awesome.

On December 27 I went to the Tulle site, logged in with my mom’s account and went to pull the return / exchange information. But alas, I had waited too long. Apparently when you buy things with Tulle you have 25 days during which to make a return or exchange. So if I had opened my Christmas gifts about a week early and made the return immediately I would have been okay. Nice.

I tried emailing Customer Service with Tulle but no dice. They did thank me for my “understanding” but it turns out I don’t have much of that.

I’m a tall gal. Shopping online is what saves me — keeps my wrists, ankles and belly button appropriately covered by my clothes rather than having me look like I shrunk my entire wardrobe. And then I have a frustrating experience like this and it makes me rethink the where I give me business…

So…

Anyone want to buy a never-before-worn canvas hooded jacket in Parika, size large? Let me know – I can give you a good deal!

Holding Things Up

By Kate

On December 20, 2009

In family / friends

Last night I went out with Wonder Boy to some bars to celebrate Baby Sister’s birthday. The whole family was there with lots of friends in tow. It’s a weird thing my family accomplishes. I think we have the same bullish!t going on as with other families, but I also think we can hang out in one place and have a good time. And maybe that’s what is important.

Ronald Reagan Super Fan met up with us and restrained himself by only buying Baby Sister a mixed drink. Not shots. She didn’t need them. Baby Brother’s friends brought cute birthday gifts and her friends and old classmates kept her in steady supply of drinks and good tunes.

As often happens during birthday celebrations, the guest of honor had a few too many drinks. Does that happen to everyone? It always happens to Baby Sister. At some point I looked across the bar and pointed out the sight to Wonder Boy, my other sister and her new husband. There was Baby Sister standing amidst her friends with one arm straight in the air. If you know her, you know this is dancing. And this particular dance move is not a good sign. It is, however, a clear sign that things are about to quickly go downhill. And they did.

Wonder Boy and I made our way over through the crowd near Baby Sister. She used Wonder Boy as a crutch to hold herself up but it was wobbly going at best. And then she was down. We hoisted her up and I wrapped my arms around her like some puny display of affection between new lovers and kept her afoot.

This morning I received a call from Baby Sister saying she saw a picture of me doing that and heard how she fell. (Yes, no memory of these events.) “Every birthday I get like that and you’re always there to hold me up. Thank you,” she said.

I don’t always like my role in my family. But that, that was possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. It makes being the responsible one not seem so bad.

Scavenged

By Kate

On December 18, 2009

In uncategorized

Many moons ago I was attempting to create artwork for my apartment. On HGTV I had seen many a TV host create some nice looking piece of art in mere minutes. In my mind I had this vision of what I could make: a woman’s body with angel wings. It would be beautiful.

I bought a large canvas and set to work priming it lime green. Knowing I couldn’t paint the figure of a woman well, I got the brilliant idea to paint my upper body with bright purple. I then laid down on the canvas with a slight roll to either side to make sure all of my body touched the canvas. The end result was … awful. It looked like dolly party had lay herself upon my canvas. The trunk of the body turned out nice but the bosoms were HUGE. And so I gave up.

That ugly, mishap piece of art traveled with me to my current house and has been sitting up in the attic. Wonder Boy and I recently started our semi-annual cleaning of the attic and I decided it was time to officially get rid of the large-busted woman painting. I carried it outside and dropped into our trashcan, proud of myself for the purge.

And wouldn’t you know, some person plucked it out of the trashcan and carried it off.

So now my likeness, if I were to have enormous breast implants put in, hangs on the wall of some stranger’s home. Weird.