Till you drop

"Could you please check for a size 8?" "Okay maybe a 71/2??" "Oh they only have a six." "Now that's a car." "These would just look perfect with that sweater I bought last month." "The coach symbol is just barely visible too, which I like." "My Aunt had a dark red convertible one being fixed across the country." "I love Steve Madden." "Oh the lace doesn't show when I walk around." "I can't leave the store without it."

I was obviously shopping yesterday. And it took me a while, but among these women scouring the racks for their shoe size, and the store retail clerks stalking you and jumping at any chance to persuade a sale, I realized how into the shopping spree I was getting.

I was trying on this (GORGEOUS) peach jacket, that was marked down. And that automatically makes it affordable in my mind-Marked down from 150 to 73?? Yes!
But I was looking at it some more. That changing room mirror not only displayed how nicely the jacket fit me, but also reflected someone who was changing her life so she could go to Peru.

Finally, I stopped debating and put the (BEAUTIFUL) darn thing back on the rack.
I just don't think I can hit the mall for a while. I forgot how into bargain hunting I get, and how I used to waste my money on things simply because I had allowance. I don't like being a snobby teen looking at the most expensive brands like she's a millionaire. And I'm glad I caught myself.

I have plenty of jackets.

I came home and started work on my letter and address list.