So this is the story of an adventure. It needs multiple pictures. We got up at 5 am on Saturday and picked up our friend Katelin at 6 and headed off to Asheville. Think of it as a pilgrimage to J.Crew mecca. It was the warehouse sale, the best kept secret in the world of sales. The sale started at 10, so we got in line at 7:30 and were probably ~100th in line. Here are my cohorts, holding down our spot on the curb.
And here's the line in front of us. It was like we've found our people.
So. Before I show you a picture of the inside, let me explain. Every month or two, J.Crew sells off all of their sample clothes. Some of them have random hole in them, but most of them are great clothes in great condition. In rows of boxes. Priced ~80% off. We paid $15 for skirts and pants and shorts and $10 for tops. It was pretty awesome. So here's the thing. Fire code means they can only let so many people in. You get a price list and a garbage bag. Then you shop. It's like a really strange scavenger hunt. The first few minutes were a bit disconcerting. But once you get the hang of it, you get a system and you stuff things into your bag and move on. From the picture at the top, you may have noticed that we wore leggings. It's because you have to try things on in the middle of the warehouse. You discard what you don't want and steal everyone's discarded stuff if you see something good. I got 2 dresses, 2 skirts, a pair of shorts, 3 pairs of pants, a top, a few sweaters, and a whole bundle of bathing suits. Bathing suits were the major victory: they were $2 for the tops and $2 for the bottoms. Even the ladies checking us out were stunned by how many matching suits I had managed to find, since you have to dig through the boxes to find matches. I found 6. Go Laura. And trust me, this is going to be a repeat trip, perhaps this fall, to look for coats or sweaters. And here's a picture of the madness inside. What you can't see are the clusters of people trying on clothes together.
Friday. We applied for our marriage license! Gotta make it bona-fide. Also, in a fit of irony, the mental health window, seen behind Chris, is in the same spot. Hence his face. I'd just finished learning all the ways to have someone committed. 
