So this,
this here is why I shouldn't be allowed out of the house.
Or, to be more precise... why I shouldn't get near clothing stores.
Y'all know by now I have a soft spot for lace/doilies... and the retail dealers still know they can hook me with their fine wares.
(Gah! Why am I so darn predictable!).
So this,
we were trying to just 'get out of the house' and 'let the kid run off some steam' so we opted to go to the most forsaken mall on the planet.
(You locals would know it as 'Portage').
This place is creepy.. like a post-apocalyptic walking-dead kind of mall.
Most shops are empty and barred shut.
Translated: a huge indoor race track to let our daughter run down instead of getting frostbite outside!
So, who knew I'd get sucked in by the teeny-bopper clothing shop that still remains there.
They had crazy cheap deals on everything... and entire sections devoted to lace shirts and dresses!
This is why I shouldn't be allowed out of the house.
Oh, and these fan-freakin-tastic aztec tights... yah, that happened too.
See, I have no willpower.
Despite no 'budget' for random clothing... I can justify/rationalise/plead the reason for why I neeeeeeeeeeed these new items in my closet.
I could blame my Ben for being too sweet as well, since he'll just respond "go for it babe, you never buy yourself anything nice". Awww.
So there.
I'm weaker than I think.
I'm more girly than I like to admit.
But I'm dressed a bit more funky!
How's your willpower in the face of a 'SALE' sign?
frugal fashionista,
Mel ;o)
P.S ~ how I wish I could have shown you a video of lil' Azriel dancing like a ding-dong to all the bass pounding beats of that store's music. (We were both busting out sweet moves in the change room too!). Exercise? Check.
