My poor husband. All he wanted to do was leave the kids with my parents and enjoy a child-free showing of the new James Bond flick.
I don’t normally have time to shop anywhere but online, and when I do it’s usually a mad dash through Target or Old Navy. I cannot tell you the number of clothes I have purchased without trying on – which is also why I have a small pile of items that need returning. (Can we talk about how inconsistent sizes can be? In the last month I have bought four pairs of pants – sizes 10, 6 and 4. Go figure).
So when invited to visit the new store to leisurely stroll through racks of pretty things without pressure or deadline, I decided to check it out. Even if, honestly, I didn’t think I’d be interested in buying anything given how cheap, ummm, I mean “frugal” I am about buying clothing.
Even after I met the cutie pictured below, who welcomed me with a smile and a glass of wine (clearly, they had not heard the numerous shows where I had spilled wine of all colors on Erin’s rug), I wasn’t thinking I wasn’t shopping as much as I was quiet browsing.
Yes, there’s a difference.
It didn’t take me more than a few minutes to realize I was in trouble.
First, there was a the little red dress which I was so taken with that I had to try it on, then take a picture, then point it out to my husband with detailed instructions about what size his wife wears.
Then, I saw the outfit (again, pictured below) and wanted to take it, complete with skinny belt, off the mannequin and bring it home.
In the end I didn’t bring anything home because, as I often tell my children, Christmas is coming. But I did add several Ann Taylor pieces to my “because my husband says I’m hard to shop for” Pinterest board.
The wine was also good. And I only spilled it twice.