I am the first to admit that I am a shopaholic. I love to shop...
way too much. In fact, after a stressful day at work, I find heading straight to the mall or to a fun little boutique - just to walk around - really calms me.
But I am a smart shopper. I never skimp on quality, but am always mindful of price. I use credit cards at stores that send you coupons for free or discounted merchandise. I will wait for an item to go on sale, even if it is something that I love. I shop at outlets. I only buy cards at Hallmark, because I get points for merchandise. About the only thing that I will pay full price for is makeup - I am addicted to Merle Norman (but I will buy mascara at the drug store - I mean, it's mascara - Cover Girl or Maybelline does the trick just as well).
But I had a small taste of the good life this weekend. Ducking into Bloomingdales to escape the cold rain, I find myself looking at sunglasses. For me, sunglasses are a necessary evil. I know that I have to wear them, but they never really look
right on me. Not only that, but I tend to destroy them almost immediately after buying them. I scratch them up, I lose them, I leave them on the kitchen counter and the spaniel devours them.
So, I am just browsing when some nice associate stops over to see if I need help. After muttering "just looking," I continue trying them on. He proceeds to tell me that I am looking at the wrong styles (apparently round faces need square frames), selects a pair and tells me to put them on.
I take one look at the glasses on my face and I am in love. They are ridiculously trendy, but so flattering. I don't know whether it was the retail euphoria of being in Bloomingdales, the thrill of trying on sunglasses that probably cost many, many times what I usually spend, or the combination of sunglasses and my new trench coat (the look was very Katie Holmes, without the gigantic grin and the glazed-over expression), but before I knew it, I was buying them. And I didn't even open a credit card to save an extra 10 percent.
So now that I own them, I am almost afraid of them. Yesterday afternoon, after taking a walk with the dogs, I rested them gently on top of the refrigerator. When I got home from work, I didn't even take them out of the car - I just carefully put them into their little case, so they would be well protected. But I love them.
Maybe if I feel motivated tomorrow, I will ask the hubby to take a picture of me wearing my new shades (but don't expect a Katie Holmes grin... smiling with both rows of teeth exposed just isn't my thing).