This Misbehaving Tuesday found me feeling a little off, getting kicked around by hormones and the weather. It being Tuesday and all, I decided it was time to bust out the pink wallet, which sounds provocatively euphemistic, but really: I have this little pink wallet that says, “shoe fund” on it, and while the funds within are not exclusively earmarked for shoes, much of the money that makes its way into that wallet goes straight to my toes. It is my happy fun money, money that comes my way as gifts or from a special project here and there, and for which I do not need to be accountable.
I started at a Goodwill in Towson and found a purple dress and a black and white polka-dot skirt for thirteen bucks. I also found some orange pants which I liked, but I had a long conversation with myself about how many pairs of orange pants one really needs. Myself and I reluctantly agreed that one pair of orange pants, one pair of orange capris, and one pair of orange short shorts should really cover it. The next stop was TJ Maxx, where I found a funky mod looking black dress on clearance for for ten dollars, and -holy boulder holders, batman- one of my favorite kinds of bras in my size, for $12.99. I am an odd size, so this is the type of thing that makes me giddy enough to consider asking the store out on a date.
Last stop was DSW where I had a familiar moment – I tried on the ridiculously impractical shoes, loved them, decided not to buy them, and by the time I got home, knew I would be heading back tomorrow. Because, really, no matter how impractical they may be, sometimes, you know what? Shoes. And we’re only thirty-five days out from March 2, the date on which I start wearing open toe shoes again.
Speaking of thirty-five, this is all part of a dramatic de-frumping of my wardrobe that has been happening since last summer (she writes, sitting on the couch in sweatpants). At first, the idea was to enjoy the hell out of the clothes that will expire at thirty-five, but as the year moved on, I decided that I don’t care if the clothes expire at thirty-five, I am going to wear them anyway, but if I am going to do this, I had better -to borrow some outdated vernacular- really freaking work it. I plan to be thirty-five in a miniskirt not so much in a Pamela Anderson kind of way as a Halle Berry kind of way, if Halle Berry were an overgrown punk instead of an accomplished actress. (The current stage of the de-frumping is focused on underthings. Bras were radically updated over the summer, now I am onto getting rid of any crotchless underpants that did not start out that way. Good god, undies that are one hanumanasana away from full frontal just have to go.)
All in all, a successful, if frivolous Misbehaving Tuesday, that will extend partly into tomorrow. $37.00 isn’t bad for two dresses, a skirt, a bra, and chasing away the blues.
I had some retail therapy myself yesterday…makes the winter go faster!