Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Gift Card

I'm doing so well!

I did buy a new pair of sunglasses yesterday since I broke my only pair. I picked out a new pair at Target and then ceremoniously threw the old pair in the trash on my way out. I then lit a small fire and sent out smoke signals to let the world know how great I was doing on my project.

Then I blamed my children when security was called.

So I received a gift card for my birthday this week. No, my birthday wasn't this week, it was actually back in June, yes, three months ago. This is no mere $10 gift card to Starbucks, it's a whopping $75 for Old Navy.
Oh, Old Navy! With your inexpensive t-shirts and jeans that fit me just right. Your buy one, get one free sweater sales.


Obviously, this person was blissfully unaware of my shopping challenge. So here I sit, with a gift card burning a hole in my pocket.

It's been 82 days since I shopped for the mere fun of it.

I'm going to stick the gift card in a drawer for the time being. Perhaps there will be a time when a trip to Old Navy will become a necessity. If I spend it on the kids, it's still bringing stuff into my house, plus I don't think that was the purpose of the gift.

What do you think?
Is it wrong to regift the gift card because of my own challenge? Is it cheating to spend it on the kids? If the giver had given me items, I would have accepted them graciously, right? What am I to do about material gifts?

Monday, September 12, 2011

Bedtime Stories

Okay, The Boss didn't really need a new bed.
But it was FREE, and it is a loft bed which she has wanted for a long time!
I can totally rationalize this by saying if I get rid of the old bed, there is no clutter left behind. Right?
I totally failed you! I also bought some cute wall stickers that she can decorate around her bed with so she has something to look at.

I'm actually not sorry at all. The bed is great for her and I will pass along her previous daybed to someone who can use it.
I will not keep it around in case we ever turn the office into a guest room.

It has been just over 70 days and I feel surprisingly fine. The only thing I am a little worried about is my closet. I keep having to throw shirts away because of holes in them. I'm not sure where these tiny holes are coming from, but I can only assume that there is a small cartoon mouse family in my closet, living off of my fine taste in clothes.

I may need to up my meds.

Hopefully the weather will change soon and I can pull out the winter wardrobe. Hello, boots and sweaters. I hope those rascally mice haven't already started on my sweaters.
When do clothes become a necessity? While not exactly stylish, yoga pants are certainly an acceptable part of the suburban mom uniform.

What do you think? When would you just have to go shopping for clothes? When you are forced to throw out your favorite tennis because they are now sole less? When you are forced to raid your husbands closet for t shirts since all of yours we eaten by ungrateful cartoon mice?

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Busy bees

Sorry it's been a while since my last post. I was sitting here, minding my own business, when life came up and bit me in the rear.
So no, still no shopping.


The fall catalogs have started rolling in. Boots, sweaters, boots, jeans, boots, coats, boots...

Ah, how I love the boots.

I did end up buying a pair for my costume and lucky me, I love them so much that I will be able to wear them after the show closes. Thats's probably the only thing that I will be able to salvage. I am not one to keep denim halter tops, straw cowboy hats or rebel flag bikinis.
They just don't flatter me.

It totally stinks not looking forward to new clothes this fall. It's funny that I didn't realize how much I shopped before. It's a little unsettling, having to be so honest with myself.

I have a confession to make.

I fell off the wagon a bit at Hobby Lobby with the boss a week or so ago. She went looking for some craft supplies that she inteded on buying herself. Then I had to step in and buy twice the amount she planned on getting "just so you have enough".


So now we have modeling clay coming out the wazoo and she played with it for a total of 2 hours.

Lesson accepted.

Aren't I a grown ass woman? Why do I still have to learn lessons like this?

At least it was more than $5.