Since Elizabeth did a post like this, and I’m a sheep, well, here you go. I don’t want to shop much more. I hate shopping. HATE! But…I love it when I open my drawers and don’t hate everything I see. It’s nice that I like literally everything I own. Even my pajamas! I like that feeling, and I can’t believe it took me 34 years to figure out that I shouldn’t just buy something because it looks good on someone else, or because it’s on sale, or because it’s trendy. I should only buy it because I LOVE it. This means I shop less, but buy more expensive stuff. Ah well. I’d rather have less stuff of higher quality than vice versa.
I really, really want a pair of ankle boots like so:
I don’t know what I’d wear them with. Skirts? Jeans? EVERYTHING? Probably.
I also want to try to figure out how to wear a pencil skirt without looking like a librarian (wait, I am a librarian) or seventeen months pregnant.
Aaand, then I’d like something really glamorous. A t-shirt that I can wear with anything that will make it more fun. A la Anthro’s weird animal tees:
And this is embarrassing, but…I don’t have a purse. I mean, I have a few, but I don’t love them. I want ONE purse. JUST ONE. FOREVER. But all the fancy purses are not my style or cost too much or are too ugly and UGH. PURSES. I just want a thing that will hold my giganto phone and wallet and book and zillions of discarded receipts and candy wrappers and lists crumpled into balls everywhere. That’s all!
I think my purse style is ‘matches with nothing,’ because if I want a bag that matches with EVERYTHING, it should really just be crazy as all get out, right? Like neon orange or polka-dotted with silver fringe or something, right?
But, you know, CRAZIER. Anyone seen a bag that screams, “THIS WOMAN MURDERS CHICKENS AND THEN WRITES ABOUT IT ON THE INTERNET AND THINKS SHE’S KIND OF FUNNY”? No?