Just like that shiny postcard advertisement that arrives in the mail a few days before your favorite department store's big sale, this somewhat exclusive "mini-post" is the foreplay of very exciting things to come. No pun intended. Consider this the pre-sale... The general public hasn't yet been informed of the magic that you are all fortuitous enough to be privy to in form of the content of this blog-to-be. I decided to go with the whole "pre-sale" theme for three reasons.
1) I have yet to meet a girl who doesn't appreciate a good sale, especially if she is made to feel as if she is so incredibly and singly important that she is eligible before the rest of the shopping plebeians.
2) Said experience took place today. After an incredibly frustrating morning and early afternoon (without getting into too much detail, I'll have you all know that the cable guy, who arrived at 8:00 am, did not leave until 3:30, after having set my apartment on fire by, and I quote, "pushing the phone jack too far into the wall"and causing me to miss an entire day of work for a service call that should have lasted one hour), a little ray of sunshine beamed down upon me via my woooonderful, thoooooughtful personal salesman at my very favorite department store, who called to invite me to be a special, and, of course, very exclusive participant in the pre-sale for next week's very major sale.
3) Similar to what goes on at a big sale, caveat emptor. Buyer beware. While everything you will read is based on truth, I'm sure that many of my stories will be, um, bedazzled for dramatic or comedic emphasis... I'm a woman. This is what we do.
Hence, this is my "very exclusive" invitation to all of you. Please read. Please follow. But unlike a real pre-sale, I encourage you to please share this with all of your friends. I can't promise you any words of wisdom, but I can deliver you glimpses into the wacky and wild life of a 20-something trying to navigate herself through life, love, and Louboutins in this crazy world when her GPS breaks down... And, of course, I guarantee hearty doses of Stefisms (words I most certainly make up but use as common vernacular and expect the rest of the world to understand) and fauxcipes (fake recipes that use only super low-fat and low-calorie ingredients to make fake versions of foods I love... and your first Stefism).
Wish me luck!
Stef
P.S. The cable guy really did start a fire in my apartment today!
