This is me:
Oh, that's cute. *puts in watch list*
*checks it again* But the straps look fussy. But that color sure is cute.
And it's $40 so I could take that $40 and put it toward one that I really love instead of one that I sorta like.
But I can't find one I really like.
Oh, that's cute too. *puts in watch list even though it's $80*
*checks it again* Gosh, it's cute but it's $80 and boy it's hard to spend that much on a purse.
Starts search over. Spends 2 hours with eyes glazed over clicking page after page.
I did just make an offer on a pair of jeans though, so I really can commit to something. Just not a purse, it seems.
Fusspotism describes me in so many situations.
Byron,GA> Charleston, SC> Jacksonville, FL> Guilford, CT> Rohnert Park, CA! A southern drawl in sunny Cali! .
The amount of time from slipping on the peel and landing on the pavement is exactly one bananosecond.
I do have a secret yen for pink in unexpected places.
I've decided that I'll never get down to my original weight, and I'm OK with that--After all, 8 pounds 2 oz. is just not realistic.