1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="kO2C3yzHQ3"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/target-je-taime/">Target, Je T’aime</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/target-je-taime/embed/#?secret=kO2C3yzHQ3" width="600" height="338" title="“Target, Je T’aime” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="kO2C3yzHQ3" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> My brain’s been like mush lately, uninspired and drained from the commencement of Hell Week. I have about ten or so drafted posts, of which all are half finished; somehow, I can’t finish them. Lovely. Instead, I’ve invested all my efforts into rehearsal for the production of Grease (opening night is this Friday!), dance crew practices (woohoo!), and senior-related privileges/events. I suppose it’s nice to occasionally take a break from the trivial blogosphere; sometimes too much of an overflow of information and inspiration becomes antithetical. Like they – the ever so mysterious they – say, too much of anything is not a good thing. Except chocolate. And bags. And shoes. And cocktail rings. I digress. My point was, and still is, that on the rare occasion I have absolutely nothing to do, and am concurrently uninspired/irrevocably bored, I go to Target. I love it so. I could browse each section for hours: the beauty aisles, the clothing racks, the shoe section, the magazines, the technology aisles… The place is God’s gift to suburbia. And so, on some weekday (Tuesday, I think?), when I was near insanity from boredom, I drove off in my little orange box (a.k.a., my car) to Target. And did un peu de shopping…http://lacouturiernyc.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/batch-no-3-target-haul-022.jpg