Purseaholic

I'm so proud of myself!! No I didn't lose weight or get an award for the best mom or not lose my temper or stuck to my diet. However I did walk away. This weekend my friend called and invited me out for the day. Now initially I wanted to say NO. Just thinking of getting all dressed, the little diva dressed and hoping everything goes well is enough to keep me home. But I have decided to start venturing out more. That includes outside my house (walks) and being more social with my neighbors. Back to my story. So I told her okay and she wanted to go to the beach or outlets. The beach with all my kids and just me to supervise them was a definite NO. So to the outlets it was. Only the little diva and I went. She was sooo good not even crying once. I'm not really a clothes person. I hate shopping for clothes especially for myself. A purse that's a different story. I'm not really in the market for a new purse. We went into the Dooney store just to look. What's the first thing I see? A table full of purses on SALE. Of course I see one I like. Then on another table there are more bags on SALE. Some are so cute that I think it can be used as a diaper bag with the little diva's initials on it. Then I look out and notice the Coach store looking at me as well. So I leave Dooney and go to Coach. When I walked in they hand me a 20% off coupon. Do they not know they're no't doing me any favors. I start looking around they have some good deals going on. I get to the back of the store and the clearance is calling my name. Three bags especially and they are 50% off the sticker price. Plus I have my 20% off coupon. That's 70%off!!! Oh I thought I couldn't breathe at that moment. Let me explain how much and why I love purses. A purse will always look good on you. It will not shrink or look different once you get home. The way it looked at the store is the way it will look when you get home. To me a purse store is like a bar to an alcoholic. I wanted to buy the purses at Dooney and at the Coach store. But I didn't I walked away with the help of my friend's daughter. Instead I bought myself a pretzel to help me forget about them. (Oh those pretty bags I can still see you on my arm. You will stay at the store and I will only see you in my dreams.)
Though I must confess something to you. Friday night while flipping the channels I stopped on a home shopping show. YES, I ordered a purse. I thought it could be a purse/diaper bag. So my new bag is on it's way. Let's see how long I use it for and if I truly like it when it gets here. I know I shouldn't buy them. The high only last for a month or two then up on my closet shelf it goes to sit there and just look pretty. I am confessing to you all I am a PURSEAHOLIC.