So, it turns out that the sunglasses weren't enough retail therapy.
Neither was the spur of the moment cheap but cute pair of shoes I grabbed on Friday. And the shoes happened AFTER I bought yet another Starbucks travel cup.
Obviously, I needed some serious help. And so at the end of the week last week I declared to Kevin that I was going to do some serious shopping over the weekend because dammit, I deserved it. And besides, this month is one of those glorious three paycheck months that leave me with extra cash after paying all my damn monthly bills.
And so on Saturday, Kris and I headed out to the only place we possibly could when one of us was desperate to spend money...Fashion Valley. (Have I mentioned how spoiled I am when it comes to shopping opportunities? I live 10 minutes away from Fashion Valley and five minutes away from another mall that is the same size, AND...there's a Lane Bryant in each of them. It is so awesome for me because one Lane Bryant has more casual/cute clothes and the other one has more work/dress clothes and they always, always have my size.)
We had an ulterior motive for going to Fashion Valley though....it's the only place near me with a Sephora, and I had decided that I needed to head in there and get some makeup help. I have realized recently that while yes, I have fantastic skin, it is 30 year old skin and it's starting to show its age a bit. And I need to look young and glowing and dewy and fresh on my wedding day so it was time to call in some professionals. I walked in looking like this and walked out looking like this. I also walked out with substantially less money in my bank account, because who knew looking fresh and dewy cost so damn much? Anyway, I bought so much make up that I promptly had to go out and buy a new train case to hold it all in some kind of organized fashion.
(As an aside, I ended up with some Bare Escentuals Bare Minerals foundation and blush and OH MY GOD IT IS THE MOST AWESOME STUFF EVER. I hate foundation with a quadruple purple passion, but I LOVE this stuff. Love, love, love, love.)
Bath & Body Works had wallflowers on sale ($6!!) and I couldn't resist loading up on some Mango body butter at The Body Shop, and of COURSE I went to Lane Bryant and bought a new outfit and some new jeans.
Is there any place that can cause more fat girl anxiety than Vicki's Secret, by the way? All these teeny tiny girls prancing around with teeny tiny bras and even teenier panties, giggling and flitting like noisome dragonflies while I clump around waiting for my friends to dash in and out of the dressing room and try not to take up too much space. I have to say though, they have got NO IDEA how much damn money they would make if they branched into pretty lingerie for plus sized girls.
But hey, there was at least some good people watching to be had. And I finally, FINALLY quelled my shopping desires.
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Sunday found us hiking around the Wild Animal Park (and I do mean hiking), a place I hadn't been to since I was roughly 10 years old.
I loved it, despite the hills. Where else could I get close enough to take close ups of a lion or watch a meerkat wrestling match up close after feeding a lorikeet?
Our zoo memberships were the best thing we've ever gotten for ourselves. Well, aside from the Litter Locker, of course.
Neither was the spur of the moment cheap but cute pair of shoes I grabbed on Friday. And the shoes happened AFTER I bought yet another Starbucks travel cup.
Obviously, I needed some serious help. And so at the end of the week last week I declared to Kevin that I was going to do some serious shopping over the weekend because dammit, I deserved it. And besides, this month is one of those glorious three paycheck months that leave me with extra cash after paying all my damn monthly bills.
And so on Saturday, Kris and I headed out to the only place we possibly could when one of us was desperate to spend money...Fashion Valley. (Have I mentioned how spoiled I am when it comes to shopping opportunities? I live 10 minutes away from Fashion Valley and five minutes away from another mall that is the same size, AND...there's a Lane Bryant in each of them. It is so awesome for me because one Lane Bryant has more casual/cute clothes and the other one has more work/dress clothes and they always, always have my size.)
We had an ulterior motive for going to Fashion Valley though....it's the only place near me with a Sephora, and I had decided that I needed to head in there and get some makeup help. I have realized recently that while yes, I have fantastic skin, it is 30 year old skin and it's starting to show its age a bit. And I need to look young and glowing and dewy and fresh on my wedding day so it was time to call in some professionals. I walked in looking like this and walked out looking like this. I also walked out with substantially less money in my bank account, because who knew looking fresh and dewy cost so damn much? Anyway, I bought so much make up that I promptly had to go out and buy a new train case to hold it all in some kind of organized fashion.
(As an aside, I ended up with some Bare Escentuals Bare Minerals foundation and blush and OH MY GOD IT IS THE MOST AWESOME STUFF EVER. I hate foundation with a quadruple purple passion, but I LOVE this stuff. Love, love, love, love.)
Bath & Body Works had wallflowers on sale ($6!!) and I couldn't resist loading up on some Mango body butter at The Body Shop, and of COURSE I went to Lane Bryant and bought a new outfit and some new jeans.
Is there any place that can cause more fat girl anxiety than Vicki's Secret, by the way? All these teeny tiny girls prancing around with teeny tiny bras and even teenier panties, giggling and flitting like noisome dragonflies while I clump around waiting for my friends to dash in and out of the dressing room and try not to take up too much space. I have to say though, they have got NO IDEA how much damn money they would make if they branched into pretty lingerie for plus sized girls.
But hey, there was at least some good people watching to be had. And I finally, FINALLY quelled my shopping desires.
Sunday found us hiking around the Wild Animal Park (and I do mean hiking), a place I hadn't been to since I was roughly 10 years old.
I loved it, despite the hills. Where else could I get close enough to take close ups of a lion or watch a meerkat wrestling match up close after feeding a lorikeet?
Our zoo memberships were the best thing we've ever gotten for ourselves. Well, aside from the Litter Locker, of course.
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