Author’s note: This is NOT a sponsored post. I’m just really, really geeked about some stuff I bought last week and had to tell someone about it. So thanks for listening.
How are you today?
Me? I’m great.
Better than great: Refreshed. Renewed. Recharged.
You see, I spent last weekend in the company of eight dear girlfriends, soaking in the Arizona sunshine.
And enjoying cocktails.
And lounging in the pool.
And engaging in a wide variety of behaviors that prompted one girlfriend to muse on the day of our departure: “You know…we really should bake all of the neighbors muffins and drop them off in baskets with little apology notes.”
But I digress.
On the day of our departure, our group did a bit of shopping in search of
jealousy stokers momentos for our loved ones back home.
Cacti were bought.
Mexican jumping beans were fawned over.
Sombreros were sized up.
And as for me? I made a bee-line for Z Gallerie to purchase my souvenirs.
Got one of those near you? A Z Gallerie, I mean. Not a bee-line. Or a souvenir.
Think Pottery Barn meets Alice in Wonderland.
Yeah. Stylishly trippy.
And Z Gallerie boasts the most fantastic moderately priced gift department around.
I mean, really…anyone can give their kid a keychain or a fridge magnet. But in my book? It takes a special brand of cray-cray motherly love to bring home gifts that will alternately insult and embarrass the gift giver.
~Inspired by a prompt from Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop.