When I went back to work, I knew I needed a wardrobe upgrade, but I had no idea how badly I needed one. I thought I had plenty of clothes that were somewhat fashionable and job appropriate, but in the last month, I’ve purged half my closet. I found shirts that barely hid my belly button, pants that pre-dated my love for low-rise, and skirts that were short enough to make to make me blush. These clothes haven’t been touched in years, and some have traveled with me through 3 PCS moves with the title of “I’m sure I’ll wear this one day.” Now they’re awaiting either a trip to Good Will or a trip to the dump.
Looking at my sad and lonely closet, I had no other choice but to hit the mall. Over the weekend, Mr. Roller Coaster watched the kids, and I had a whole afternoon to shop to my heart’s content and bust my paycheck. Most women would kill for an afternoon like mine. Not me. The clothing options made my head spin. The dressing rooms made me claustrophobic. And the checkout lines made me impatient.
But 3 hours later, I came home with bags bulging full of clothes I can’t wait to wear. My closet is already thanking me. And I was able to shop without 2 kids running around the stores and escaping under dressing room stalls while I was half naked. So I can’t complain too much.
But I think the next time I have an afternoon all to myself, I’ll skip the mall and head to a spa.