November 24, 2002~~4:33 p.m.
Shopping high...

I love the whole money for goods process. Actually, I like it a lot better when it doesn't feel like money. It always seems like such a great deal... I let you slide my little, plastic rectangle through the slot on your cash register, you put all the things I feel like taking home into a bag so I can carry them.

I brought home a bunch of work to do this weekend, which I have yet to bring in from the car, so I went to the mall. I couldn't help myself, really. I have a weakness for, among a few other things, cute bras and the ads today were irresistible.

And hey, I needed them. Sort of. I needed them in that I'm not lucky enough to be able to run around not wearing one. Yes, I have a rather large collection, but in the big picture they're really a practical purchase. And I only bought three. And they were on sale. One of them was even white. (White being the equivalent of practical in the bra world.)

The other two though. To. Die. For. I almost wish a spontanious lingerie fashion show would break out in the middle of my street.

So then I had this other minor run in with the shoe department. It's not my fault that they put it right next to intimate apparel. I should have fought the urge. I could tell by the way I was wandering that I wasn't looking for something in particular. Around and around I went, just looking for something.

There were many pairs I chose not to buy. Very cute pairs, even. But I knew I was going to buy something by the way I was wearing a path in the carpet. Finally, I settled on a pair of black boots for Elle (because she did actually need them) and an adorable pair of brown, leather clogs for me. And given the fact that I didn't already own a pair of those, I think that's reasonable.

To my credit, I shopped jewelry, but bought none. I put back a black, velvet, lace-up peasant top that I really loved but was entirely too low-cut and slutty for school and, face it, I don't go a lot of places that call for low-cut and slutty outerwear.

Anyway, work to do. Running out of time. Must. be. productive.

~Alice