Shopping makes me happy. I get a thrill when I find an item that just looks amazing on and is a nice, decent price that I can afford without using all my rent monies.
I love sales. I am a great sale shopper. I tend to be dragged in by all that red; that is why they use red after all; and love when I find something in my size.
Today I was in Forever New. Six items I grabbed, two skirts and four dresses.
One skirt I couldn't do up. Now normally this would have made my self-esteem fall ever further into self-pity, but it didn't. I just shrugged it off and put on the other skirt, a navy and pink striped skirt. Oh it was divine. I wanted it but then I began to assess what I would wear it with and as much as I liked it, I put it back.
There were two dresses I loved. Even if the white striped one barely covered my arse. I also found a cute navy sweater dress with pink trimming that was cute and fit perfect but I just don't need anymore sweater dresses I don't think. There was also this blue dress with black cutouts that I liked; but just didn't like enough on.
One thing I did realise whilst shopping is how much I need to make sure I wear good undies. Not the half arse showing [aka french knickers] but rather my granny-esq panties. Especially when I want to try on a dress and not look like I have a large donut around my mid-section.
I was incredibly proud of myself because I didn't buy anything. Not a thing.
Plus I was using a lot of self-talk that when I get rid of some of this extra weight then I can go on a shopping spree. Sounds fair.