I complain a lot about shopping. I’m just not real big into spending my money on anything other than books. Speaking of books…Primal Design comes out in two days! TWO DAYS, people! Woot! Shake that booty, get down, get down, uh-huh, uh-huh…
Okay. I’m better now. Ahem. Anyway, back to shopping. There are times when I have no choice but to go shopping and when those times roll around, the shopping addict I keep under lock and key emerges.
For instance, I decided to go shopping yesterday instead of next weekend for Ohio. I have no idea what the weather is like up there in October, but I kind of figured it wouldn’t be flip-flop and capris temperatures. Hence a trip to Baton Rouge and the malls.
Oh my God. I didn’t even realize I was capable of spending that much money on clothes. And the really sad thing is I didn’t just buy for the conference. It occured to me that I also needed some new work clothes, so I was pulling double duty yesterday. Of course I couldn’t find a single pair of black slacks I liked which means I have to hit the stores this weekend anyway. Joy. Really though, I acted as though I was born to shop.
If I found a blouse I liked, I bought several more in different colors. If I found a pair of jeans that fit perfectly, I bought two pairs. I even bought a cowl-neck sweater. Me. In a sweater. The last time I purposely wore a sweater as a top instead of a coat I was 13 and it was a present I HAD to wear. I’m just not the sweather kind of girl, but this one was so pretty I couldn’t pass it up.
Even worse, I dragged my poor mother along with me. This means she bought a lot of clothes with me playing shopping assistant. “You could so wear this glaringly yellow top with the dark red flowers with that red shrug.” And of course it’ll look great on her because she has that olive tone skin. Or, “Oh no, you cannot wear that taupe sweater. It makes you look like a wall.” See? I do the same thing when I shop with my sister. It’s as though my inner fashion critic comes out (and I’m so not the fashion police).
However, despite the major hit to my wallet, Mom and I had fun. We don’t do girly things very often together. Now if I can convince her to come with me when I get my pedicure and manicure before the conferences, we can really bond like girls.
How was your weekend?