I bought the blouse. This had better not contribute (further) to me needing therapy.
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Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
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I bought the blouse.
Woo hoo! Cleavage!
What color, ita?
I am still contemplating the purchase myself.
The one that Jane Espenson says "I don't know what was up with that skirt" about in the commentary?
That's the one. (white skirt)
::Downgrades Teppy obssessiveness alert to Mauve::
I liked the Envy Green, but I really don't need to be buying shit right now.
Woo hoo! Cleavage!
Easy to say from over there. I'll cheerily wear the tightest tops legal and not feel overly self-conscious, but they're all mock turtlenecks, just about. It's work to lower that neckline.
But I'm not above work.
I went with red.
Speaking of red, these sure are saucy.
I'd forgotten how much I'd wanted these: [link]
Suddenly, the blouse is easier to justify, since I can't afford the shoes.
My mind is a weird place.
I am a boring shoe person. I wear sensible, comfy shoes with minimal to no heels. I can appreciate a snazzy shoe, but they normally don't do much for me. All this is so that you understand that when I say wowza about the shoes today, I mean wowza!
The boots are nice too, but the tango shoes and the danskos. Yummy.
I've decided to get 4 new tires. I was talking to one of the guys I worked with and he advised me not to go with getting just 2 semi cheap tires. Which is true. I really need good tires. And he advised me on what brand I should get.
But, I can't exactly afford 4 brand new tires, so I'm going to end a bit of assistance from Dad. Not a lot, because I should be able to cover almost all of the cost. I told Dad this and then told Mom, because she's worried about me driving to Atlanta. Actually she's freaked about me driving to Atlanta period, much less on iffy tires. (we have boundary issues, I've talked to her before about how her expressing fears about me doing things only makes me doubt myself).
Both of them (but mostly Mom) subltely put on the guilt for my credit card usage. I should be paying it down and not charging, but I have been charging things. I know I should just put it in my cookie jar bank at home and not touch it, but I'm weak at times.
I have one card with a $1500 limit, and yet they make me feel like I'm carrying around several maxed out cards and I can barely make the minimum payments.