I have been OUT OF CONTROL shopping since we moved. House stuff because I have whole new and different house to decorate along with me getting fatter and fatter and fatter (another post for another day) because I quit nursing (I don't even have a winter coat that fits) and the colder weather rendering my kids' wardrobes inappropriate. I have to talk myself down EVERY DAY from spending more money because money doesn't really exist to me right now because we already dug ourselves a hole when we moved, what's another $50? Another $50 turns into another $100 and $100 is a $100.
I had a brainstorm today. Maybe if I post my lusts here it will stop me from buying them. Could admitting what you want really have the same impact of actually buying what you want? I'm going to try it. I'm going to start a weekly retail therapy post because reading, shopping and taking pictures are pretty much my only hobbies right now. I used to like to cook but NOT ANYMORE. I loathe dinner-time. LOATHE.
I want these pumps. I am obsessed with cute shoes right now. I think because I subconsciously think if I have the cutest shoes in the world on maybe no one will notice the extra twenty pounds I'm carrying around my mid-section.
The Pioneer Woman's New Cookbook. Mostly just because I love her. And really deep down I want to get even fatter. Because I like food. And especially butter. A lot.
The new Tea Collection catalog came yesterday. I have a soft spot for Tea clothes. I almost died when I saw this dress for Renee. My husband would die if he saw how much it costs. I will wait in hopes of it going on sale for like 1/4 price. Or maybe if I just look at it enough times they will give it to me for free. Sort of unrelated but not, I would pay my daughter a lot of money to wear boots like that but I know she wouldn't. Probably just because I asked her to. Maybe I'll try telling her that I think they are ugly.
I really want to buy this bedding for our master bedroom. The master bedroom that will probably get to the top of the house decorating list in the year 2011 because really no one ever sees the master bedroom. Part of the trouble is my husband will flip out when I inevitably insist that we totally need the shams and then we'll never make our bed and the $75 worth of shams that I just HAD to have will sit on the floor for all of eternity. He'll curse at me about the shams every time he steps over them (on the floor) and I'll go on believing that we TOTALLY needed them. The Sham Battle is one of those battles that neither of us will ever win.
I still want a pair of nice jeans but haven't managed to get to a store where I can find the perfect pair. I ordered like five pairs online and didn't like any of them enough to spend that kind of money on them so I sent them back. And they credited my card like a thousand dollars and my husband was like "Cool, thanks for returning that stuff" and I was like "Yes, I am a frugal and awesome wife."
This is my secret. I buy a LOT of stuff and return *most* of it so he thinks he's getting a bargain.
Oh, and husband: Please pretend you didn't read this because I would never do anything like that.
What are you talking yourself out of buying? I need inspiration. For things I'm not supposed to be buying.