To Trend or Not to Trend

11 pages of writing for me today. I rewarded myself by going shopping at Old Navy. Okay, technically I was there to buy a birthday gift for my niece, but I had to window shop for myself, too.

Every time I go into a store like that, I have this wild urge to throw caution (and all fashion sense) to the wind. Electric purple flip flops with rhinestones! Orange bikinis with camouflage ties! Crocheted tops and animal print capris! I would love to be a hippy, trend-setting chick. For whatever reason, I apparently am doomed to buy normal clothes.

Why can’t I buy the funky Paris Hilton sunglasses and look trendy instead of possessed by the devil? I think it comes down to attitude. I’m just a blue-jean wearin’, T-shirt kind of girl. The wildest skirt I own is red with a black ribbon and some white swirling things. My husband just shakes his head at me in bewilderment. “Why would you want to wear that?” he asks. I believe if it were up to him, I’d be wearing a Burka.

I’m definitely the one to buy clothes in our household. I probably buy more clothes for my husband than he does for himself. (There’s something really fun about shopping for your significant other. Oh, the power!) But truthfully I don’t do it all that often. Whenever I need an article of clothing or shoes, I can’t find it. It’s always when I don’t need something that I end up buying it. Like the other day when I was dragged, kicking and screaming into a Talbot’s Outlet Store. There was a melon-colored short-sleeved dress for $3. Yes, THREE, people. Okay, so there were probably fifty dresses and all of Washington D.C. will be wearing it. But it was $3, so who cares? I could mow the lawn in it and it wouldn’t matter. Hot diggety.

What’s the best sale item you’ve ever bought?