I have discovered a way to persuade myself not to buy completely unnecessary clothing when I am shopping. (Though I do not think there is such a thing as unneeded clothing unless it is acid washed jeans or plaid jumpers.)
Basically, I reason myself out of liking it. It is quite simple, take for instance:
The very adorable celery green corderoy tab-front pants from Casual Corner. I convinced myself that since the wale was so fine, it would make me look like a curvy celery root. Or worse, like Kermit the Frog, with hips.
The adorable black eyelet dress which was a more garden party version of Laura's was oh-so-cute, but I convinced myself that if I got it, even more people would think we were twins.
Of course, the diagonnaly brightly striped satin skirt was rather temting, but I thought I might look a touch too close to that of a lolly-pop.
I almost purchased the perfect pair of barbie shoes, they were clear pink plastic with a white sole, with three and a half inch heels. But highly unversatile. Besides, I have fat feet, right?
In other news, I have offically been slapped on the wrist. I got a speeding ticket for going ninety-one miles per hour in a fifty five hour zone. Yikes! And because I am one month away from being eighteen, I have to go to court. And I have no idea how I am going to explain that to the judge when I go to talk about my ticket for which I am on probation. Or maybe I will just get allot of points, unless I look really innocent. Or Dad can talk me out of it, which is doubtful.
The really annoying thing was that the cop didn't even care that I was speeding, in fact, he warned me their was another cop ahead, but besides that I could speed. Argh! Anyway.
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