I came, I saw, I shopped
by Kaceyhaving little to nothing to do with writing… well, except the shopping was for Reno…
I shopped this morning. I hate shopping. Seriously. I just did not get the shopping gene that women were supposed to get. I left early because a big department store was having a sale and opening at 8 am today. I shopped. I bought a few things. Couldn’t find anything that said BUY ME RIGHT NOW I’M PERFECT.
No shoes. None. Tried on a million pairs. But shoes for the conference have to be so comfortable. None were today.
So, let’s get serious. No one remembers even ONE OUTFIT that I wore last year. 
Recyle. That’s my motto. And I’m sticking to it…
So when you see me in Reno, go ahead and ask me…”Oh, Kacey, is that new??” 
None of the stuff I’ll be wearing will be new…actually, it’s all from at least 10 years ago, when I had money and stuff. And no, no-one remembers what you wear. So don’t sweat it!
Ditto.
I love to shop. In fact I think I’ll go now.:smile:
To tell you the truth, I used to love to shop, but book shopping is more of a pleasure than clothes shopping. I think it has something to do with having kids, and the after effects: widening butt, waist, and boobs.
I hate shopping for clothes. Online and catalogs. That’s the way to go.
I had the same shoe problem so I’ll be the one in a. flip-flops, b. purple tinkerbelle slippers or c. barefeet as I hobble through the hotel with uncomfortable shoes in my hands.
They all know exactly what you wore last year. It’s immortalized on my website.
I hate shopping. I worship online shopping. You’re a brave, brave woman.:wink:
I did some shopping today. Four shirts and some slacks.:mrgreen: