Yesterday I went dress shopping. I have two weddings this weekend and I didn't want to start the week knowing I was in need of a dress or two. I have placed myself in that dark place known as shopping. Why is it I don't like to shop? I really haven't pondered this question too much but when it comes up in a circle of women, I immediately fade into the background. There is no heightened awareness of sales or styles that tickle me. Hell no, this is up there with heading to a dentist who doesn't believe in anesthesia. I prefer the GYN appointment with the speculum thrown in for the hell of it. I prefer the mammogram with the tech who is intent on flattening what little boob I have into a wafer, since they aren't big enough to make a pancake to sell at IHop. I begged my good friend, Marge to go with me. I got here on Friday night after 3 or 4 cocktails and she readily agreed. I saw her again on Sunday afternoon and she was still delighted to go. I have wonderful friends.
This trip was painless as the painless/painful meter goes. I went with an open mind and not worrying about cost. I was going to Marshall's. Who spends a lot at Marshall's anyway? When I go shopping, I have to ask myself: "Well Bridget, do you feel lucky? Well, do you?
Did she just throw 9 or 10 dresses into your arms to try on? I didn't know until I got to the dressing room. 10 dresses. Man, this is going to take like forever. It really took about 20 minutes. A lifetime in the mind of a non-shopper. Out of the 10, I squeezed my flat ass, no boob physique into 8 dresses. I came away with two that gave the impression that there was a tiny box of junk in my trunk but my boobs looked pretty good. I'm happy. I'm happier that it was $25.00 for the dress, $20.00 for another dress and $25.00 for a great pair of shoes. That adds up to $70.00. Wow!!!!! These were price tags I could take home to the hubby and make him look at them. I am married to a man who doesn't want to know how much anything costs. I was excited by my purchases and wanted to revel in the deals. Thank God for Marge. We both celebrated and realized if we were younger we could have been in the bar blowing the remainder of the money in our wallets. But, it being we are mothers of 6 children between us, we had our hoorays and high fives and a tear or two. Now there are these two weddings coming up. My next debate, which dress to wear to which wedding. Stay tuned. Quite possibly, pictures will follow.
This trip was painless as the painless/painful meter goes. I went with an open mind and not worrying about cost. I was going to Marshall's. Who spends a lot at Marshall's anyway? When I go shopping, I have to ask myself: "Well Bridget, do you feel lucky? Well, do you?
Did she just throw 9 or 10 dresses into your arms to try on? I didn't know until I got to the dressing room. 10 dresses. Man, this is going to take like forever. It really took about 20 minutes. A lifetime in the mind of a non-shopper. Out of the 10, I squeezed my flat ass, no boob physique into 8 dresses. I came away with two that gave the impression that there was a tiny box of junk in my trunk but my boobs looked pretty good. I'm happy. I'm happier that it was $25.00 for the dress, $20.00 for another dress and $25.00 for a great pair of shoes. That adds up to $70.00. Wow!!!!! These were price tags I could take home to the hubby and make him look at them. I am married to a man who doesn't want to know how much anything costs. I was excited by my purchases and wanted to revel in the deals. Thank God for Marge. We both celebrated and realized if we were younger we could have been in the bar blowing the remainder of the money in our wallets. But, it being we are mothers of 6 children between us, we had our hoorays and high fives and a tear or two. Now there are these two weddings coming up. My next debate, which dress to wear to which wedding. Stay tuned. Quite possibly, pictures will follow.
