Lately I’ve been feeling pretty blah. Unemployed, living at home, boyfriend 700 miles away instead of the usual 200… you do the math.
So what’s a girl to do? Go shopping!
Just so we’re clear–this is not my usual m.o. If I don’t have something to buy, I don’t browse. Period. But I did have to pick up a new strapless bra (can I say that on the internet?) before my upcoming trip to Bermuda, so off to Target I went.
After trying on a million things and returning them to their spot on the floor, I was beginning to feel pretty bummed. I couldn’t only be getting the thing I came for… I mean, no one even gets to see it. It’s not fun. So I picked up fun accessories, toyed with the idea, and put them back. I probably did this five thousand times. The sales people definitely thought I was either shoplifting or crazy. The problem is that it’s hard to shop “for fun” when: 1) you don’t really enjoy shopping and 2) you are on a fixed income. Fixed at zero. Luckily I managed to frame two scarves as “Bermuda purchases” (vary up a limited wardrobe! take up no room in the luggage!) Plus I’ve meaning to get scarves for a while, but spending money on a strip of cloth held little interest.
One other item of import: black crackle nail polish. I’ve been lusting after this for a while as well. Target didn’t stock OPI, but I settled for Sally Hansen. A choice I’ll probably regret, oh well.
As for my evening… I watched a hair tutorial here on how to get vintage curls without heat, and am now rocking the ridiculous curls in an elastic look. I sent a photo to my boyfriend (currently in Indianapolis) to remind him why he should totally miss me. I’ll share it with you (aka my boyfriend again, because I don’t think anyone else reads this) so, you too, can see what it’s like to date me. Fabulous.
|If you squint real hard, you can see the new nail polish in action!|
With that, I bid my adieu. Good night blogosphere!