I did it. I spent Sunday afternoon shopping in several clothing stores: Ann Taylor Loft, Anthropologie, and Soma Intimates looking for just the right birthday gifts for my beloved sister, Katie. I can’t really write about what I purchased because her birthday isn’t until the 14th so (just in case she is reading), I don’t want to ruin the surprise for her. She knows clothing will be involved since that is what she asked for. In my family, we give each other wish lists for birthdays and Christmas. And then we add in some surprises. Some people think this isn’t the way you give gifts (specifically asking). . .but the combination of receiving exactly what you want and some surprises works for us.
It was fun to explore and browse through the racks, finding items that said “Katie” to me–to imagine her receiving my package on her birthday and hopefully, her delight when she opens them. But, sadly, it was not as fun of a shopping excursion as I’ve had in the past, gift shopping for her. Everywhere I turned I found items that I liked for me—beautiful fall colors, soft cottons and cool chunky sweaters, simple T-shirts with great little details for layering with jeans for a casual day or over one of the many pairs of black pants I already own. There were some really great coats, turtlenecks, cardigans, and sweaters. There were multiple items that I imagined being a wonderful addition to my wardrobe, sweaters and tops I wanted to try on—to see how I looked and of course, to take home. Admittedly, I even had a moment, thinking this diet is silly. Why am I doing this? Who would know if I added some things in my bag for me, not Katie?
But, I did not. I only purchased birthday gifts. Nothing for me. A part of me is proud of myself but, another part of me is amused, intrigued, and a bit frustrated with how tempted I was to forget the whole thing. Yes, there were some really cute clothes. But, no I do not need anything. It feels kind of ridiculous that my not buying myself something could dampen the fun of finding a gift for one of the most important people in my life. And, I’m not sure how I feel about that.
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I feel your pain sister. I was at University Village feeling like a schlump! In a past life I would have remedied that with a purchase. Not now. I skidaddled out of there as fast as I could. I must say I did feel a bit anxious and guilty just being in the place.