Gettin' My Shop On

I think I was born with a shopping bag in one hand and a fistful of plastic in the other. Because this girl loves to shop.

It doesn't even matter what it is. I could be shopping for mens' razorblades and a mega pack of Charmin. I'm all over it.

So it is needless to say that ploppin' this girl in a store with faincy flip flops and peasant tops makes my mind do all kinds of crazy bizness.

Now. Before I go on....I'll tell you that this whole shopping fetish of mine has gotten me in some trouble. Ok. A lot of trouble. So now my fistful of plastic has been narrowed down to my debit card and the cash that I carry with me only when the sun is green and the clouds are orange....uh never.

So even though I don't go all ape-crazy at the sight of clearance racks and sale papers anymore, I do still have to practice my calming breathing techniques that I learned in my birthing classes (which I never used for birthing the rascals, by the way. So I'm glad that enduring those horrid classes has paid off in some way.) to focus on the greater task ahead....like paying for the electricity it takes to run my blowdryer. Priorities, fo shiz.

So I was super proud of myself yesterday.

Remember? School shopping with my sister? At The Land of All Things Great and Shoppy?
Where I wasn't shopping for reasons that I can't tell you yet?

Oh, how I looked. And touched. And felt the feel of cotton. And rayon. And linen. And I'm sure that even poorly made polyester passed through this fingertips.

BUT I REFRAINED.

For the most part.

I did scoop up a couple of incredible bargains that would have been sinful to pass up. I'm pretty sure that the 8th Deadly Sin is "Stupidity." Because if you see a darn cute shirt that needs a good home, and it is hanging on the rack with a dangling tag of $4....then you are just STUPID if you don't buy it.

Or the super cute pair of silver shoes that were sitting in Target needing a home on my feet.

Because then I would have been guilty of the STUPIDITY for not rescuing the shoes from the red-tag doom they were experiencing, AND I would have been guilty of the STUPIDITY for passing up silver shoes in general.

And that would have been a double whammy.

Good thing I didn't fall prey to that monstrosity.

And to celebrate my conquership over STUPIDITY, I'm staying home today. In my parents' house. In my jammies. And I'm slurping coffee all day. And watching an Anne of Green Gables marathon.

And I probably will wear my silver shoes.

Because they are just that cute. And it would be sinful not to. Really.