Well, I went to the sale, and it was awesome and I am utterly PISSED OFF at myself.
It was a total peer pressure madhouse in there!! The clothing was gorgeous, but NOTHING cost less than $80. EIGHTY BUCKS!!
But I’m wandering around, and I figure, I’m there, I might as well try things on… So I do, and I feel like a princess, and I think, “well, it is normally a $260 dress… It is really really nice. I remember the day I was goofing off in the dressing room at Nordstrom (anybody else do that?). It’s not like I can buy anything, so I just try the fabulous things on and prance about in front of the mirrors, pretending I have occasion and means to wear clothing like this. Anyway, this particular dress I’m holding (now at 70%) off, is exactly the dress I was crazy about the most like 5 months ago on that dressing room escapade.
And there are other women there with ARMFULS of clothing. I run into my friend who shows me all $600 worth of the stuff she’s getting. She’s spending SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS!!
I start rationalizing/ freaking out: WHAT IF I DON’T GET THIS DRESS (and also this other one)??? WHAT IF i CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT?? WHAT IF THERE’S NEVER ANY OTHER DRESSES FOR ME TO WEAR EVER EVER AGAIN!?? EVER!!?
So I buy the fucking things and run out of there and proceed to beat myself up for the next 3 days.
$210 is half the tuition of a voiceover class. It’s more than I ever intend to spend on a digital camera (I would like one slightly smaller than the brick of cream cheese I currently use). RENT is due in another 2 weeks. The smartcar place called and said my smartcar is going to be arriving far sooner than I thought it would. How am I possibly going to afford it??!!
WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!??
Blugghh.
But it’s friggin DONE already. You can’t return dresses you’ve bought at a sample sale.
And they’re really really nice dresses…
I’m going to wear those dresses every single day for the next six months, and then it will be as if I’m only paying $1.16 per day. That’s if I wear them both every day. And I will. I’ll have a mid-afternoon costume change. And people will think I’m much less strange than if they just saw me in the same exact dress every day.
The green print dress:
and the Statue of Liberty Dress:
which I so lovingly chopped my feet off in.
If you’d like to experience the same self-flagellation as I currently am, you can visit the ADDITIONAL day of the sale tomorrow 8/23 from 10 to 5. All the details are on the flyer in the last post.
