So I am at the mall yesterday buying a birthday gift for a friend's daughter. I always park at Bloomingdale's, because its closest to Gymboree and because Bloomingdale's does have some awesome sales. Example: I got a pair of Ralph Lauren pants for Princess there, originally $47, I got them for $5. Anyway. I got the gift I needed, did a little more shopping, and then went browsing through Bloomingdales looking for sales.
I am looking through the purse department. Now, you have to understand that purses are a serious weakness for me. I love them. In the olden days, which is to say before Princess when I was working and had money, I used to buy a new purse ever other week or so. And not just random purses, but NICE ones, like Coach and Fendi and Kate Spade and whatnot. But now, I have to carry a diaper bag, so I have a great Kate Spade bag that I bought a few years ago that I use as my diaper bag AND purse in one:
That's pretty much the only bag I carry. I love it. So anyway. I am looking at the purses in Bloomingdales and I see a 50% off rack. Ah, its the mothership calling me home. And what do I see on the rack? Oh my, its a Fendi bag. And oh my, its leopard print (my signature color). It is probably too small to use as a diaper bag, but its a decent size. Hm, and its 50% off! I may just have to splurge on myself, I am thinking. Everything I buy nowadays is for Princess, so don't I deserve something?! Don't I deserve well-made leather products in my signature color imported from Italy?! YES! YES I DO! Especially if its half off!
So I prepare myself for the price. What, is it going to be $300, and then half off would be $150? Hm that's alot, especially since we're po' now, but don't I deserve it? (This is how I shop, people, with a constant conversation going on in my head convincing me to buy things I don't need). I flip the price tag over. Eyes widen. Jaw drops. I try to refocus my eyes, thinking I must be seeing the decimal point in the wrong place. Um, no. It is $3499.00. So half off...$1749.50.
That is almost as much as I paid for my first car. So I went to Old Navy and found a t-shirt on sale for $1.97 and I splurged and bought it for myself.
And, I had to share this picture. This is what its like anytime you try to eat anything at my house. Princess AND Gypsy BOTH begging for treats. And Mean Mommy totally not sharing her fat free fruit-filled ice pop. (And I think Hub only took this pic so he could see down my shirt).