Wrangler Dani

Today I worked at Anthropologie for a few hours, helping with inventory. In exchange, I got $10/hour, the privilege of getting up before 4 am, an employee discount-for-a-day and a morning spent with one of my favorite people, Holli.

I learned some things today. Here are my gems of knowledge, pulled at random from a tired, brownie-and-Diet-Coke-fed brain:

• I’m not an accessorizer. I really really really want to be. Does anybody want to help me with jewelry and bangles and headbands and purses and scarves and the seamlessness of it all? Because when everybody else figured out how to make extra dangles look incredibly alluring and effortless, I was either sleeping or living in the boondocks, and I’d really like to get caught up and out of my “brown belt, silver earrings” rut.
• I stink at small-talk. I think I smiled awkwardly and said something incredibly non-memorable about 86 times today, in response to cutesy conversation from well-accessorized girls.
• But organizing! Making pretty! Stacking! Swooning over the pretty-ness of things and storing away crafty ideas! THAT I can do.
• Also, I have a great trigger-finger. As in, scan-gun trigger. As in, I really wanted to make Star Wars-esque blaster noises while scanning, but restrained myself.
• The Ring is still enchanting when seen under stage-y lighting.
• I’m pretty convinced that working at Anthropologie would be really fun. It’s so artsy and cutesy and oldsy and printy and so very laid-back and yet not totally gone-to-seed. I love the whole style of it, and understand why Holli says it’s the only place she wants to work.
• But getting up and leaving my husband at 3:45 this morning was tough. I’m grateful that we get so much time to hang out, even with my weird schedule and his workingallthetime and the whole us-being-poor factor.  It’s still a beautiful life, and I am deeply grateful for it.