I love to shop. But when I shop, I hate to pay retail price. I am always on a hunt for the best sales. Since I love name brand fashions and accessories, it is hard to find the things that I want NOW, on sale. So… when I see something I truly want, I need to decide if I should snatch or stalk. If it is too expensive and I can wait, I stalk. I have been stalking a Lacoste bag at Macy’s for a few months now. I am just waiting for the day I walk in Macy’s and I see the sign that says “SALE” over the display. I’ll snatch it right then and there. If I see something that is on sale sand I love it… I just snatch. Like the great pair of Jelly shoes I found at Macy’s the other day (yes, I love Macy’s.) This system works for me and I rarely have buyer’s remorse. Here are a few pictures of Maxwell shopping with me at Macy’s. He is becoming quite a helpful little shopper. He will help me look for my size and give me his honest opinion if something looks good.
You may be wondering why I have a picture of an elf on the blog. Well, when I was growing up, my grandma would decorate the whole house with these little elves every Christmas. They were everywhere you looked. When I saw this little elf at a yard sale last weekend for a quarter, I got so excited! So many childhood memories came flooding back. I loved seeing these little elves over Christmas, and she would let me play with them before they were put away for another year. My grandma died when I was 7, but I have so many wonderful memories of her. I still have the dressing table that she used every day to put her make-up on. I love the perfume she wore, Youth Dew in the blue bottle, which is my favorite perfume today. I still use the same night cream that she used (from Mary Kay.) I always remember her saying “never go to bed with your make-up on.” It does not matter how tired I am; I still follow her advice. She loved shoes, jewelry, purses and clothes as much has I do. There are times that my mom will say to me, “Look at that shirt you have on, it is something my mom would have worn.” I also have to remember when I look at picture of her all dressed and looking so pretty, that she was a size 14. So, when I get disgusted that I wear a size 14, I need to remember her and how beautiful and curvy she was. That being curvy and full figured runs in the family. Even though she has been in heaven for a long time, I still miss her. I am so thankful that she was in my life, even if it was for such a short time. I am glad that I am so much like her in many, many ways.
Here is a picture of her green dressing table I use everyday.