I went shopping today, shopping for something other than food that is. I was supposed to buy a dress for tomorrow's Hulk's Boxing special dinner party but this is what I bought:
- a pair of 3/4 length black pants
- a white tank top
- a tank top dress
- a pencil case
- black high heels
- black leather sandals
- seven grain bread
- garlic
- hot peppers
- bananas
I bought all this for just under $86 (shhhhh, don't tell Snickers!!!) but I must note that I pretty much trekked all over Cheonan to get the great deals I did, like $9 pants! I also must note that despite all that I had purchased that I hadn't bought a dress for tomorrow... oops. All these items I had spotted at specific places, all very-much separated places, but today with Snickers out of town and me really having nothing on my plate, I put my runners on and searched them out. Technically yes I did buy a dress but no a tank top dress is by no means an appropriate dress to wear to tomorrow's restaurant, La Cubo.
I think my biggest score was with the black pair of 3/4 length pants and the high heels. I've found a super hole-in-the-wall kind of shop that sells surprisingly high quality pants, amongst with it's more ghetto-fitting clothes that is. They're the same material composition as a pair I bought in Canada over 12 years ago that I still wear. They have remained as shape-fitting and classy looking as ever. Today's pants are just like them but a little bit tighter and of course shorter, 3/4 length. They hug my body like no other pants has ever hand permission to and I am very much in love with them. As for the high heels, well, I through out all my heels with our recent move. My heels were so very used and abused; the glue holding them together glue holding the glue together, that's how used and abused they were. But the black high heels I purchased today, wow, they're flat out sexy. Definitely not my style now that I'm all "sporty-spice" and I much rather wear my runners than shoes that leave me walking on my toes and hoping not to fall but they're hot. Every gal needs a pair of heels that make her feel like her legs go on for miles -- shoes that make her feel lethal. I feel lethal in this killer heels.
...now if only I had a dress to match these shoes!!!
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