Guess what I did this past weekend?
Yes. Shopping. How did you guess so quickly?
I couldn't hold back any longer. I'm actually surprised I waited two whole weeks after Easter to do it. But last weekend it was going to happen, come heck or high water.
How appropriate that I should mention high water...
Yes, I knew it was going to storm on Saturday. No, I did not want to put it off until another weekend. J.Crew was having a SALE, y'all. I was going.
My parents went with me, because I cannot make Brando go day shopping with me during the warmer months. His excuse is "It's too hot to sit in the car for 2 hours during the summer," or something lame like that. (What? I crack the windows.) But then he offers up a really sweet reason like "You'll be able to shop so much better if you don't have to worry about keeping me waiting. Admit it." Which gets me at first because it's so
correct selfless, but then I realize it's just a trick to stay at home. So I left him there.
No rain on the way down, and only sprinkles when we rolled into Sandestin. I shopped at the Real J.Crew for who knows how long--they had so much on sale. I tried on short skirts, long skirts and medium length skirts, casual dresses, dressy dresses, tops that fit, tops that didn't fit, ridiculously cheap ZIPPERED RAINBOOTS, capri pants and neon orange shorts. I looked at belts, scarves, purple nail polish, and braclets shaped like giraffes. Seriously.
...and down for Wal-Mart
It was Dad's turn to shop, and we headed away from the outlets into Destin. I hadn't gotten quite the experience I wanted at the Crewlet (this is code for I hadn't spent all my money yet. It's also what makes shopping slightly dangerous for me), so I was a little sad about passing over some pieces at the Real J.Crew. But we were all the way into Destin. We were right near the Mid Bay Bridge. We had already been there twice. So we headed home.
It's probably not a good sign when you have to talk yourself down from a third visit to the same store in one day.