Does anyone else do what I seem to do ALL THE TIME? I buy the clothes that I already have. What is up with that? I have at least three red shirts of varying shades of redness. Love them. Which is a relatively new thing since I started wearing pink in pregnancy only because that was what was available and on sale. I have since gone a little nuts with the red because like one person, once, told me I look nice in pink. Which she probably said because she couldn't think of anything nice to say about my enormous exploding pregnant massiveness, because I sure as h#ll wasn't glowing. But now? I have enough red shirts. But still am a year behind on fall clothes because of last year's aforementioned massiveness. So I go to buy a new shirt. And my mind just goes into some weird time warp, where I blank out on that I have plenty of red shirts, and I can only remember "me like red shirtz" or some such robotic thought. I could totally use a black shirt, a nice blue one or green one. Even stripes, heaven forbid. But no...no...I come home with a red shirt.
It's like a hangover, I wake up from the stupor and see what I have just done and totally regret it and pine for a green shirt. What was I thinking? But shopping being the opposite of retail-therapy that it is (it's more like a cause for latte therapy) I know I won't return it. Me and my closet full of red shirts.
And thanks! Today I am thankful for all of ALL YALL in blogland (where is that, anyway?) who read my blog. It's surprising how much it matters to me, in such a short time. Thank you!