There are a couple of things that I have decided that I desperately need.  Of course, I can’t find them anywhere.

1. Six years ago, Target had a line of pajamas, the name of which I totally forget. Among the designs were a pair of gray pajama bottoms with the Eiffel Tower stamped all over them in red. I wore them all.of.the.time, especially when I was out there pregnant with Morgan.  I need those pajama bottoms or any drawstring pajama bottoms with the Eiffel Tower on them.  Someone, please get on that.

2. Speaking of the Eiffel Tower, I need it.  Specifically, I need a replica. Preferably an 18 inch wire/mesh type that I can plunk down on this sideboard we have to complete a little Parisian theme we have going in the hallway.  Two, three weeks ago, those things were all over HomeGoods, Marshalls and TJ Maxx?  Today, all of those stores look ransacked and on the verge of collapse. Gotta love the post-holiday return and exchange crush.

3. Yoga pants.  Really, this shouldn’t be so hard and yet, I am about to have an aneurysm because I can’t find any decent yoga pants. Part of the problem stems from the fact that I will not fork over my money to an establishment whose clerks and service providers do not acknowledge me in the store.  Can I get a greeting? Can you help me find something without me having to chase you through the store only to have you evade me by popping into the Employee Only black hole of coffee-breaks and inventory rooms? Yes, I’m looking at you, Lululemon salesperson ::stinky side-eye::

4. A car that works.  My car just up and decided to deflate the other day. I mean, I went outside and the back-end looked like it had been filled with bricks. The front end had it’s nose in the air like a trained seal.  I couldn’t figure out what was going on. Turns out the air suspension was blown or shot or whatever. Bottom line? It wasn’t working.  So, it goes to the dealership and my sweet hubby brings home a rental car. I’m thinking something with four-doors, like a Honda Civic or a Ford Focus. Nope. I get this:

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And I die.

Seriously? Oh, this thing is fully loaded with leather seats, two DVD players, the automatic rear sliding doors on each side and all manner of jingly bells and whistles.  The girls consider this a serious upgrade and I’m sure there will be tears when it’s time to turn it in.  As for me? I’m not trying to knock the folks out there who drive around in their Odysseys, Quests, and what not, but I’m just not that girl.  There have been times when we’ve been up against a wall with respect to car options. We were pushing my dad’s old Lincoln Town Car there for a while (like driving your living room around town).  But see, I’ve been an SUV driver for as long as I’ve had my license and an SUV is about as big as I want to go.  Truth be told, if I had my way, I’d be sitting pretty in one of these:

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And I even like the color. . .(if you know that reference, give yourself 2 million cool points).  Boo-hoo for me, I don’t think Mercedes makes this body style any more.  Craig said he’d get me one for my 50th birthday. I had to specify that I meant the actual car that I could fit into and drive, not some Hot Wheels or Micro Machines knock-off.  Gotta be specific.

I’ve got a serious case of the gimmes with no discernible end in sight.  What’s a girl to do?

I love stationery. I love monogrammed flat notes. I love embossed folded notes.  I love personalized notes that come in lined envelopes.  I have several boxes of note cards that I keep in rotation.

If I need to send a thank you, I use these:

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If I want to let someone know I’m thinking of them, I use these:

I love, love, love Design-her Gal!  My first set of calling cards came from there and I couldn’t give them away fast enough.  It’s fun designing a mini avatar that looks just like me. I can change her clothes with the seasons, which is usually when I need more cards, and I can change her hair as often as I change my own.  That alone has made the purchase worth it.

There was a period where I had these great Vera Wang notes that I had gotten from Tuesday Morning,

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but somehow, I was writing more and more notes to people. I burned through them in a matter of weeks.  I found myself in a bind to get my hands on some stationery.  So, I improvised and turned the girls’ art work into note cards.

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For those you who received one of those, I hope you kept it.  It’s going to be a collector’s item one day.

Anyway, I was out an about the other day, searching for a hostess gift when I saw these super cute sets of assorted note card from Rifle Paper Company.

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 So tell me, am I the last of a dying breed? Is the art of letter writing and note card sending dead?  Why don’t you get yourself some new stationery to drop me a few lines and tell me what you think.