The ultimate test of one’s non-shopping resolve looks and sounds a bit like this:
“Hey Cin. Me, Liz. I need (need?) you to go shopping with me this weekend.”
It’s almost like going to Pizza Port while on Weight Watchers. Almost. I’m afraid I’d have to say no to Pizza Port. Did I say as much to Liz? In a word, no.
The gods were on my side I’ll have you know. First of all, we went to some mall in San Diego that I had never heard of and therefore was blissfully unaware of the location of every shop that could possibly get me into trouble. (Read: Anthropologie with its siren song of scented candles and beautifully creative displays. Not today my friend.)
Second, the Nordstrom was more like a micro Nordstrom. I mean teenie, tiny. Even the sales girls were a little embarrassed. I happened to mention that I had worked in the flagship store and I could see the crimson rising in one of the gal’s cheeks. I’ll admit it, it was mean but apparently not shopping does that to you sometimes. Or perhaps it was the third reason that the gods were on my side….
I was so hungry that I was actually unable to concentrate therefore preventing me from doing a little visual judo on the mannequins and imagining all of the ways that their clothes (three sizes bigger of course–WHO is REALLY a size 0….seriously) would fit into my wardrobe. Also, since it’s still hot here in San Clemente (85 yesterday, 92 today) I must say that all of those yummy sweaters and textured tights were doing nothing for me and the gentle glow that I have been sporting since May. PItting out a sweater is just not my idea of fun in the afternoon. It’s hard enough to keep makeup on your face in this climate. I am constantly sweating and then blow drying my face on the cool setting so forget about contemplating a winter wardrobe. Yes, Seattle people….I AM trying to make you feel bad. I was once one of you and it makes me miss my friends a little less to bust on the place,
The moral of the story is that somehow I managed to not even be interested in looking at what was available lest it draw me and Ms. Visa in. I looked at all of the cute things my friend was trying on. I even helped her unload $600+ on dresses for the events she has coming up. (Is it really redundant that all three were black?? No, I didn’t think so.) Bottom line is, it was that difficult–this time.
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All the way through the next 330+ days we just have to take that little train up the hill, saying to ourselves “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can….” You did well, Cin – shopping without Sin – AND with a friend doing some serious damage right in front of your eyes. Amazing, especially coming from a gal who I know could single-handedly hold up this economy by shopping if we needed her to. LOL