Consignment and Allergies
I had good luck at the consignment shop yesterday. One pristine pair of jeans, size 6, one pristine pair of overalls, size 5 but way big for a 5, another pair of jeans that won’t fit him for another year, but hey, strike while the iron is hot, one pair of cargo pants, supposedly size 7 but just right for my five year old (maybe they are supposed to be cropped?), a very nice winter coat that’s only a little too big, two pairs of shoes that won’t fit him for a while yet but look brand new in the meantime, and a couple of other items. I think getting there first thing in the morning is key because the store was more crowded than I’ve ever seen it but there were actually jeans! I’m still going to patch some of his jeans though. I read some instructions for making clever use of those (hideous!) iron-on denim patches and I think I can pull it off so that the patches look cute and maybe even intentional.
Unrelated but funny: on our drive to the consignment shop my five year old saw the spires of a church sticking up above the trees. He said, “Hey Mom! Look, there’s a castle!…And it has a T on top of it!!…A T for time-out!!…A time-out castle?? Why do we need a time-out castle??”
And in other non-castle, non time-out, non-clothes-shopping news, I’ve been lately taking claritin every day in order to stave off the horrible, horrible allergy attacks that leave me sneezing and itching and attempting to gouge my eyes out with my fists. I have no idea why I’m suddenly so allergic to things. And I have no idea to what I am suddenly so allergic. Perhaps the level of grime-related allergens in my house has finally reached the tipping point? Regardless, is it okay to take allergy medication every day? I’m okay with doing so if I need to because damn, the alternative is not pleasant (although I sure as hell wish the pills were cheaper), but I don’t want to be destroying my liver or stomach lining or lung hairs or whatever.