Woot for self-control!

Day Eight: Something you're proud of from the last few days.

Geez . . . something I'm proud of? That's a tough one. The first thing that pops into my mind is going to the gym. I dragged myself out of bed at 6:30 this morning to go, which was something I was completely terrible at last week. However, that pride is somewhat tempered by the fact that I didn't go to the gym at all yesterday. Blast. But I guess there's no use dwelling on the past.

There is one other thing I'm proud of, I guess. I ordered some clothes on Gap.com last week because they had some of my favorite pants on sale. I got the package today, and unfortunately, two of the three pairs of pants that I bought didn't fit right. Even though they were all the exact same size. And two of them were the exact same style. This is exactly why I despise jeans shopping.

Anyway, I decided not to prolong things and I went to the mall to take the two pairs of ill-fitting jeans back. I went into Gap, returned my jeans, and walked right back out of the mall. I didn't even stop. Just because I got that $50 back on my credit card doesn't mean I have to go out and spend it. I'm pretty dang proud of that self-control, let me tell ya.

So that's . . . really boring, I know, but when you limit me to the past couple of days, I'm not left with many options.

Giving Thanks Day 3: Makeup

Yes, that title does say makeup. Odd as it sounds, I am very thankful for makeup. I'm thankful that I can use makeup to cover up blemishes when I break out. I'm thankful that I can use makeup to even out my skin tone when my skin is being weird (which happens frequently, unfortunately). I'm thankful that I know how to apply makeup to bring out my best facial features, and I'm also thankful that I think applying makeup is fun. I really, really like makeup. As is evidenced by the $94 package I got in the mail today. (I needed that boxed set of 11 mascaras. I really and truly did. And that new eye makeup palette. And the blush brush. These are legitimate needs, people!)

I have to say, though, that I am not thankful for how much makeup costs. My bank account will forever rue the day I discovered Sephora and Bare Escentuals. I have experienced the joy of high-quality makeup and what it does for my skin, and I don't know that I can ever go back. I know, my life is so hard.

I should do my makeup like this from now on. That would be sweet.

New Favorite Store

So I went to the Fashion Place mall today. And I found a new fabulous store that's going to steal all my money.

Ohmigosh I love this place. It's awesome. I went in mostly to look around and came out with $92 of makeup. I know, yikes, right? But it's fabulous makeup. Really. I'm not even trying to justify my purchase here—I'm just telling the truth. And in addition to just getting the makeup, one of the employees showed me how to apply it. How cool is that? "Pretty cool" is the correct answer to that question.

I'm in love, basically.

Maybe shopping doesn't suck...

As an update to my last post (not that anyone cares): While I suck at shopping on my own, I am an apparently awesome shopper when I go with my sister. I always find something cute when I shop with Chelly.

We went to Ross tonight. I usually have no luck at Ross. Tonight I had too much luck.

Five shirts, two headbands, one dress, one pair of leggings, one pair of sandals, and $84.30 later, I like my wardrobe again. Hooray for a successful shopping trip. (Minus the fact that I still have no shorts/capris. I'll work on that later.)

Shopping Sucks

I apparently have a shopping complex. I simply cannot buy anything when I am shopping by myself.

Today I went to Target, fully intending to buy some summer clothes. I thought about going all day at work, with high hopes of finding some adorable clothes. I tried on about a million different articles of clothing, and I didn't buy the few cute pieces that fit. Why? Because no one was there to reaffirm my belief that the clothes looked good on me.

*sigh*

I have no clothes confidence whatsoever. What a waste of two hours.