Shopping is never fun for me when I actually have money burning a hole in my wallet. Instead of staggering through the doorway, overburdened with bags like Paris Hilton straight off a shopping binge on Rodeo Drive, I come home empty handed. Of course, unlike Paris, I frequent stores that feature plastic shopping carts and public water fountains conveniently located in the hall just outside the restrooms.
I’ve made two trips to TJ Maxx, one trip to Target, and one trip to Steinmart in the past week, armed with birthday money. I have bought a few things and returned a few things and basically have purchased one pseudo outfit…a fitted black tank top with lots of bling around the v-neck that is very cute, but doesn’t seem appropriate to wear to the office, even to my casual workplace. I also purchased a simple black knee-length skirt that I call “transition” wear. (AKA I can get away with wearing it this fall with a cotton long-sleeve sweater because it’s never cold in Nashville until after Thanksgiving.)
Everything I have tried on was either:
a. black (not good, considering we reside at La Hacienda de Dog Hair)
b. too tight (apparently I am in long-term denial when it comes to the size of my butt because I am still convinced I can wear the same size that I did 10 years ago despite the fact that I have not step foot in the Y or taken any type of exercise class since 2004). I do need to start riding my new bike regularly.
c. cute, but not yet on sale, therefore I refuse to buy it because it is against my retail religion to pay full price for anything
I almost bought a beautiful flowy, vintagey (totally making that word up) fabric sundress that tied behind the neck but it was about 100 degrees in the TJ Maxx dressing room last week. I nearly dislocated my shoulder trying to zip it up and was sweating like a mofo. I bought the dress and took it home to try it on because I was SURE the heat was what was making it impossible to zip the dress up past the middle of my back. I returned the dress yesterday, tags intact. Never could get it zipped up. Hmmmpfh.
I still love the idea of shopping and I am a firm believer in retail therapy. Maybe next time I need to purposely leave my cash at home. Apparently it’s bad shopping karma to actually be able to pay for your purchases, rather than charge them.