Since about December, I've been stalking Talbots [what? again, I'm old.] by going online and putting all the cute things I want to buy in my shopping cart. I check it periodically, particularly when I get a SALE email, and I've been watching the price whittle down and down and down, but never down far enough for me to justify spending that kind of money on clothes for myself [for the husband and the girl? Sure thing! Not a problem! For me? Eh, that shirt I bought 4 years ago that keeps shrinking in the wash so it now shows off my blindingly white belly when I move is fine! So long as I don't move!].
Until the other day, when I got an ADDITIONAL 50% OFF email and even though I was at work, you'd better believe I jumped on that website and checked to see what the price was.
And it was lower, but not super low. So I looked at the things in my cart and decided that two of the same dress that I'd never actually tried on but were now final sale could probably go. And then the price was pretty reasonable, for the number of items, and I started fantasizing about where I'd wear each piece and how much better my life would be when I was fashionably dressed.
I put a reminder on my phone to order the clothes when I got home. I'm not sure why I waited. I just did.
And then I got home and looked at the clothes again, and did some work and thought, yeah, I'm doing this.
But I still hesitated.
See, I hate spending money on myself. It's completely fucked up. I will buy something and then, immediately, realize, OH MY GOD, WITH THAT MONEY I COULD HAVE . . . whatever. Paid a bill. Gone grocery shopping. Bought a kidney on the black market. Something. But for the husband and the girl? Not an issue. I was going to spend a couple of hundred dollars on a ton of clothes that would make getting dressed a lot easier, which should be o.k. Particularly since, as the husband reminded me, I had easily spent that in shipping stuff to the girl at school.
I agreed, and realized I need to be kinder to myself [GO, NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION!], so I went back to the computer and hit CHECKOUT and . . . all but three things were gone. GONE. SOLD OUT. GONE AWAY.
I was pretty fucking sad.
But it made me realize that I need to just do something when I want to do it. I need to stop hesitating.
So I've done it. I've registered for BlogHer 12.
Any of you bitches going to be there?
You'll recognize me. I'll be wearing the half-shirt.