My sweet hubby is off for Spring Break this week (no, he’s not a college student…he’s a teacher). And being the sweet guy that he is, he let me reunite with an old friend: shopping. You see, I haven’t worn “real” clothes in about two years. I became pregnant in November 2007 and was able to wear my clothes up until about 22 weeks pregnant. Then came the maternity wardrobe, of which was mainly supplied by my friends and their former pregnancies, of which I was very grateful because throwing down $40 for a pair of jeans I may only wear a few months is NOT my idea of a good time. So, for the rest of my pregnancy I wore my friends’ beautiful, comfy outfits. And for a short while after giving birth I wore my friends’ beautiful, comfy outfits. Even still today I’m caught wearing those outfits, or at least the shorts, at times.
The reason? I’d cleared out my closet of my “old” clothes while I was pregnant, thinking to myself, “After I have the baby I’m going to get a whole new wardrobe.” Not even thinking about it being a PROCESS to get back into the size I like to wear. Well, that put me in the dilemma of either buying a bunch of transitional clothing until I hit my size or just hiding at home, with the exception of getting out in the four outfits I still owned. I chose the latter.
So, on Saturday I was more than ecstatic to go shopping…in Austin, none the less. But somehow I got sidetracked (and super picky) while there and ended up getting one dress and two tank tops. That’s it…and I was gone for 8 hours!!!
Attempt #2 for “Mission: Get Jennifer Some Clothes” happened yesterday. It was a success! I found some great deals at Shar’s Consignment (most items were even 50% off) and I had a stroke of blessed fortune at Goodwill with finding Mossimo dresses with the tags still on (I’ve never bought an outfit from either place before, but highly recommend it). Then I hit Ross (the clothing store) and called it a day.
Yay! No more paint splattered jogging pants and stinky old shirts for me! And the best part is since I found such great deals I don’t have to worry about the baby spit up that will inevitably find it’s way to me.