It's actually fun to have to buy things that are nice and pretty. (And it's nice when someone else who is not affected by the economy helps to front the bill--and by "helps," I mean takes the whole cake. Thanks Mom and Dad! I'm sure it doesn't seem like cake to you, but I assure you that I will give you the best care when you are old and drooly and in diapers. Plus, I just let you have all of those Visa miles.)
I realized that my indecisive nature was cured when I wasn't the one paying. Basically, I asked myself, "Do I like this?" If the answer was anywhere from 'I guess.' to 'YES!,' it was in the bag.
Okay, I'm being exaggerative. I actually really love all the things I got. Life is too short to not look fabulous. (I fear I'm starting to sound like Carrie Bradshaw...)
Anyway, I am long overdue for another closet purge.
DISCLAIMER: I know I sound like I should be friends with Paris Hilton or some other queen of entitlement, but I actually felt a little bit of my adulthood die on this shopping trip. In reality I am an extremely frugal person--almost to the point of it being embarrassing or pathetic. In four years of college, I only went to the mall twice, and bought something once. I can talk myself out of buying anything. So that's the real me. The rest is just my creative license.
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