Whew! I don't think I've shopped that long or so purposefully in a looonnnngggg time. I entered my first store at 1 p.m and left the last at 10:30. Okay, so there was a little driving and dinner in between, but altogether (is that a word?) it was probably six to seven hours. And it was not fun. Waaay too much to look for in one day. Just today, I was looking for:
- dresses (one for the rehearsal dinner and another to leave the wedding in--lame, yes. Necessary, of course.)
- an assortment of wedding day attire, mainly shoes (because I'm taking my dress to be altered tomorrow and I just yesterday got the bright idea to check to see of the shoes I already had matched my dress. They don't.)
- another outfit/suit for my interview because I'm really paranoid they'd notice the same one
- jewelry and shoes for my shower this weekend because I wanted to wear my new brown dress and I (of course) didn;t have any brown shoes that matched.
So basically every department of every store in the mall got to see my shining face today. Because running around like a madwoman tends to make me hot and sweaty and we'll just say I was "glistening" by the end of the night. But, Ray was coming to town from Ellijay and met me at the mall. When he's in a good mood, he's actually a pretty good shopping buddy. Who doesn't want to hear constantly how beautiful they are even when clothes don't fit? (Sorry for the cheese, but I got a good one!) And I managed to pick up some things on my list, and a few extras that I "needed". You, know, the stuff that you always say, "I should get that," and never do? Like, a new wallet and brown pumps? Besides, I've been talking about needing a wallet for awhile and every time something comes up I need new shoes. I just knew I'd need brown work shoes eventually, so why not now when JC Penney's is having a sale? But the only thing I didn't get were wedding shoes. First of all, it's impossible to find ivory shoes, and second, do shoe designers think that everyone who wants ivory shoes needs to add four inches to the bottom of her feet? I really think one day I might open a shoe store for girls with short, wide feet with tall arches and the need to stay close to the ground instead of weebling on five-inch spikes. So anyway, we're just going to take the shoes I have and then every pair I try on we're going to measure the heel to make sure it's around two inches (in case you wanted to know).
Enough if my shopping soliloquy. Off to bed.
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