Shopping With a Wack Job
I got some gift cards for Christmas and decided I was going to take advantage of them, and go out- ALL BY MYSELF- this morning and use them. Before I go, I sort of have a mental list of what I would like to buy: sleep pants, shirts, and a dress. Really, a dress? Not a dressy one. One that is casual enough that if I felt like "snazzing" it up and really surprising my students, I could wear it to school. I am really liking these sweater ones out right now. I am a cold natured person- and surely in a sweater dress, I won't feel that cold. Right?
I really live it up and I go to Target. Whoa!!!! I hardly ever go there . . . except for at least once a week. It's different this time, because . . . it just is. What exciting things did I buy? A sports bra. However, in my defense it is one that I really like. Plus I bought some razors, a new appointment calendar, and anti frizz gel. If that's not crazy rowdy, I don't know what is. Notice not one of those things is on my mental list.
I head on down to TJ Maxx. Sometimes I have really good luck there. I immediately found 2 sweater dresses that were cheap! I was so excited. I ended up buying a brown pair of pants. They're not khaki, not chino styled, and they're "dressy." Again, they were not on my list of things to buy.
Let's re-cap. I am alone. I have money to spend. I am intending to buy clothes. So far I've bought: moisturizer, a sports bra, hair gel, razors, an appointment calendar, and brown pants.
I go to Belk's. I walk in and go straight to . . . the little girls section!!! What am I doing?! I told myself that under no circumstances was I going to look for Alexa clothes. First thing I do at Belk's, I look for HER a dress!!!!! (let's face it- her dresses are way cuter) I found one. I picked up and was going to ask the first moderately trust worthy, looking associate I found, if it was Christmas or not. Then I meander through the store. Trouble is, this is the first time I've been in Belk's since they've redone the store. I am not proud of this observation, but . . . I noticed there was a large population of senior citizens in this one particular section I was in, and so I thought maybe, just maybe this wasn't the section for me. I turn the corner and found a display of a brand of clothes I know I like. I grabbed a couple of shirts and the first one I tried on, I LOVED. It was cotton, which I love. It was knit- which I love. It was a tunic style- which I have been trying forever and never finding one that looks particularly good on me. It was 50% off. I put it back on the rack. Why? I don't know. I am a wack job. What's the deal?! I loved the shirt. I put it back on the rack. Maybe it's because I noticed it was a good thing I bought razors at Target and I suddenly felt not as good about shopping as I did because now I am aware of what's going on under my arms. It's not good. It's wild woman of Borneo-ish.
Then I try some pants. I got a black pair of dressy ones and some of those trousery-jean ones. I was so excited when I found those jean ones because I've been wanting some of this kind of trouser jeans ever since I saw my sister wearing them. I try on the black pants and realized while putting them on, I was probably not going to buy them because . . . you can just tell as you pull on a pair of pants. But you just never know, so I button them up. And when I stand up straight and throw my shoulders back, the loose skin that I have never attempted to firm up after babies tumbles over the waist. I had to laugh at the ridiculous-ness of that, and of course put them back on the rack. Then I tried on the trouser jeans and I LOVED them. They were awesome! Fit great, looked great. I loved them. Are they at my house? No, they're on the rack too. Why? I am a wack job.
What the heck is wrong with me?!!! I find things I love and I don't bring them home. I can't even blame my children for being bad for why I had to jet out, or that I had no money, or anything other than I am a freak.
I really live it up and I go to Target. Whoa!!!! I hardly ever go there . . . except for at least once a week. It's different this time, because . . . it just is. What exciting things did I buy? A sports bra. However, in my defense it is one that I really like. Plus I bought some razors, a new appointment calendar, and anti frizz gel. If that's not crazy rowdy, I don't know what is. Notice not one of those things is on my mental list.
I head on down to TJ Maxx. Sometimes I have really good luck there. I immediately found 2 sweater dresses that were cheap! I was so excited. I ended up buying a brown pair of pants. They're not khaki, not chino styled, and they're "dressy." Again, they were not on my list of things to buy.
Let's re-cap. I am alone. I have money to spend. I am intending to buy clothes. So far I've bought: moisturizer, a sports bra, hair gel, razors, an appointment calendar, and brown pants.
I go to Belk's. I walk in and go straight to . . . the little girls section!!! What am I doing?! I told myself that under no circumstances was I going to look for Alexa clothes. First thing I do at Belk's, I look for HER a dress!!!!! (let's face it- her dresses are way cuter) I found one. I picked up and was going to ask the first moderately trust worthy, looking associate I found, if it was Christmas or not. Then I meander through the store. Trouble is, this is the first time I've been in Belk's since they've redone the store. I am not proud of this observation, but . . . I noticed there was a large population of senior citizens in this one particular section I was in, and so I thought maybe, just maybe this wasn't the section for me. I turn the corner and found a display of a brand of clothes I know I like. I grabbed a couple of shirts and the first one I tried on, I LOVED. It was cotton, which I love. It was knit- which I love. It was a tunic style- which I have been trying forever and never finding one that looks particularly good on me. It was 50% off. I put it back on the rack. Why? I don't know. I am a wack job. What's the deal?! I loved the shirt. I put it back on the rack. Maybe it's because I noticed it was a good thing I bought razors at Target and I suddenly felt not as good about shopping as I did because now I am aware of what's going on under my arms. It's not good. It's wild woman of Borneo-ish.
Then I try some pants. I got a black pair of dressy ones and some of those trousery-jean ones. I was so excited when I found those jean ones because I've been wanting some of this kind of trouser jeans ever since I saw my sister wearing them. I try on the black pants and realized while putting them on, I was probably not going to buy them because . . . you can just tell as you pull on a pair of pants. But you just never know, so I button them up. And when I stand up straight and throw my shoulders back, the loose skin that I have never attempted to firm up after babies tumbles over the waist. I had to laugh at the ridiculous-ness of that, and of course put them back on the rack. Then I tried on the trouser jeans and I LOVED them. They were awesome! Fit great, looked great. I loved them. Are they at my house? No, they're on the rack too. Why? I am a wack job.
What the heck is wrong with me?!!! I find things I love and I don't bring them home. I can't even blame my children for being bad for why I had to jet out, or that I had no money, or anything other than I am a freak.
I think this is a mom thing. I do the same thing all the time. Will buy something for the kids in a skinny minute, but rarely buy anything for myself....thus the practically threadbare clothes in my closet and the dresser drawers overflowing in their room.
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