i’ve been called out by my best friend. and i’m guilty. (sometimes when i don’t write about things, i can pretend they aren’t happening…hence the lapses in all my journals)
i’m back on the blog wagon now, i promise.
and i’ve got LOTS to say. so, stay tuned…
i have a shopping problem. there i said it. i admit it. i own it (or want to – if i can wear it!). it’s no secret that the shopaholic books are my absolute favorite (before they ruined them by making that atrocious movie!). sadly, i find them completely relatable, hilarious, and oh-so-very-true! (sophie kinsella ~ call me! let’s be bff.) anyway, i digress…
now i have an even bigger problem (no, it isn’t my lack of employment. or funds). one of my favorite (and ridiculously overpriced) stores recently made an error (in my favor ~ i know, i thought that was a myth that only happened in ‘chance’ cards in monopoly) and i now own a pair of $100 pants that i didn’t pay for. i can’t bring myself to wear the pants…and i haven’t yet taken them back (i know i should…right?!) so, what do i do?
i mean, i spend lots and lots of money at this store and they do have an outrageous mark up on their items…
but, i can’t reconcile that justification with the fact that i know the right thing to do would be to take them back…
oooor do i just pay it forward and give the pants to a friend??
help,
a confused shopaholic.
usually i consider ‘what if’ scenarios a waste of time. that all changed today.
i stopped to consider: what if i’m a princess on another planet and nobody on this planet knows it?
so, if you (like me) are into opening cans of worms, ponder away…
don’t knock it till you try it. sometimes the most unlikely of pairings are the most delightful.
(hint: try the shrimp flavored soup with nacho cheese doritos.)
sounds weird, but it’s sooooooooo mmmmmmmm.
i’m guilty of getting way too caught up in whatever exciting/tragic/ fantastic/depressing event happening in my life (or yours, if we’re besties)…and sometimes (read: never in the moment) it helps to remind myself that ‘sometimes feelings are false.’ and more importantly, they’re only temporary.
it helps (me) to remember what i know for sure…and i’m certain that: happiness is fragile. and i can’t always trust my emotions.
sdinsd 