confessions of a shopaholic

Right.

So remember how I told you yesterday I'm easily distracted? Today I went shopping, because I desperately need a new pair of jeans. I generally have one pair of jeans at a time. I wear them almost every day, and I wear them down until I need a new pair. I went to the Gap because I love their Curvy fit jeans - they were totally made for me. I could just go into the store, pick a pair off the shelf and take them to the register. But is that what I did today?

No. No I did not.

Not only did I leave without a pair of jeans, but I left with a new dress. I mean, it's super cute and I love it and I'm going to wear it lots, but in no way, shape or form does dress = jeans.

But wait! There's more!

I love Kensington High St. There are like, a billion awesome stores to shop in. Most are out of my price range, so I admire from afar. But right next to the Gap is H&M, which is possibly my favorite store here. Way better than in the States. Did I even look at the jeans? No. But I bought two shirts! I promise, I'll wear them. You can never have enough simple, everyday shirts right? *This is the point where you just nod your head in agreement because I'm not going to listen anyway if you try and tell me otherwise* And besides, for £3 each, who wouldn't buy them?

Thankfully I had the willpower not to walk into Whole Foods, and walk home instead. I could have done some serious damage in there. But that's another story for another day.