I'm never a deal getter. Never. Not on clothes, at least. Now my sister.....she once gave me a precious skirt that she found for $1.99. Yes, that's right. $1.99. And I rocked that skirt out for all it's two buckage.
So the other weekend, after doing some Christmas shopping, I decided that Boog could watch the gals a little while longer while I tried to find some jeans that fit. I had specific wants: Not too long, not too low, hit me right below the ankle where I don't have to roll them up to wear flats. So.....not hard to do, right? We all know that's wrong. It's near impossible!
All the "teeny-bopper" stores well, really.....why don't I just show everyone my underwear and get it over with? Gap....almost. But I didn't love 'em and fretted paying $60 bucks for so-so. Old Navy....forget it. You can't have any thighs at all.
So after tons of stores, me - all ragged and haggardly - not wanting to look in any mirror.....I had one last stop. The Loft. And of course....they were perfect.
Now THIS almost never happens. The lady was ringing me up.....I was pulling out my debit card.....and she said,
"OK...with the extra 30% off sale items...your total is 14.98."