I need to go back to Target and buy, like, twenty of these camisoles. I only got one black one, and it's tight and stretchy, and my boobs are small enough that I'd rather wear camis than bras and this one is perfect.
And my new jeans! Oh, holy crap, you guys. All of my jeans are tight or stained from work or full of holes from being worn for way too long, and I bought three new pairs of jeans from Wal-Mart and they fit me beautifully. The only one that might be a problem is the one that's size eight average, since I could only find two size eight petites and I knew the jeans at Target would be more expensive. But now I need to go back and buy a few more pairs of these because they're so damn comfy. \o/
This is all pretty impressive because I have a bad habit of not trying things on before I leave stores. Honestly, it usually turns out worse if I try them on than if I don't -- something about the fluorescent lights in dressing rooms makes me swoon over things that neither fit nor look good on me. But all of these do! And they're so cute and comfy and I really just need to get a job where I can both dress casually and never get my nice new clothes dirty.
Have I mentioned how much I adore clothes shopping? And I got new shoes (they're both Mary Janes, one white pair of knockoff Crocs and one pair of black athletic ones, so it really needs to warm up soon so I can wear them), and I really want to go back to Target and pick up the cute mustard yellow coat I saw. (It's forty bucks I probably shouldn't waste, but ... but ... WAAAAANT. *grabbyhands*)
EDIT: Also, I have a feeling I will be the only one at the Superbowl party tonight rooting for the Giants. But I like rooting for the underdog, damn it, and it's not like I like football anyway.
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