Wednesday, May 16, 2012

A Skirt Tale

Oh, what a beautiful day. Of course I have no idea what kind of day Wednesday will be. Let's get real I wrote this the night before. But hopefully, its all sun shiny. So Saturday we went to the evil place called Target. I went in to get one thing and $100 some odd dollars later. I was wondering what I really went in for in the first place. Oh, yeah, a picture frame and candle. So I must have been ate up with the dumb ass because I bought this outfit. 

Did you notice anything? It doesn't have legs. It's free flowing. It must have been the rain because I obviously was delirious. I like things that cover my legs because well they are the equivalent of a well basted turkey. And all I can think about is my butt is going to jiggle too much in this thin piece of bed sheet. Damn these fashion bloggers. They make me think like the Little Engine That Could. So I thought well, this outfit would be cute in the dark with these shoes.

And then you know how I become obsessed with things. Well, I have been obsessing over all the Real Housewives of New Jersey have these clover earrings. One google search and wa-la, I found them. And I totally bought them too. What the hell is wrong with me? Thank you New Jersey.

So I must seek professional help. In a matter of days, I have managed to buy a skirt that quite possibly might hang in my closet until someone gets married and earrings I thought may make me hot snot. Oh, well, we all have our weakest moments. Thank you Miki for making me feel better on Sunday about it. She said I was worth it cause it was Moma's Day.

Have you bought something out of your element lately? 

Have a great Wednesday!


  1. Target is evil in the most innocent way... I always end up spending at least $50 - usually because I wander into the wine aisle and it's all on sale... I love your new outfit and those earrings are gorgeous.

  2. put on that outfit and take a picture you little engine that could!! ;)

  3. I hear you on Target! I think they brain wash you or something because I literally go in for paper towels and come out with snacks, books, clothes, nail polish. What? It's crazy!

    Jayme @ Her Late Night Cravings

  4. i go into target for paper towels and i come out with everything but paper towels. that place is like an alien spaceship. it does things.

  5. I don't let myself go to the clothes section of target bc their clothes are SOOOOOO cute now. I can't get over it!

  6. Haha! Your posts always make me smile. And Target can be evil. It's like Costco...don't go in unless you're ready to part with 3 times what you originally plan.
    And those clover earrings are awesome!
    XO - Marion

  7. The one time you called Target evil, and I started rolling. Fugging target, they always rob me blind.

    Dusty, my friend. Let's skype, soon. Sticks will be here soon, but waiting seems pathetic.

  8. Target is the devil! Jeremy always has to steer me past the clothes and shoes.

  9. Target is evil. Jiggle is good. Shake it lady!

  10. Wear that skirt. Wear it! You will own that skirt, I'm telling you right now. And I have a question, why does Walmart exist with Target in business? Target is better. Always.
    One more thing... wear the skirt.

  11. haha- love that, when you go into a store and come out with so much more than you planned :) and the outfit is adorable - i can't wait to see you wear it (and post pictures of it on your blog :) just found your blog and i'm your newest follower!

  12. listen locks, let the booty jiggle and feel the freedom of the breeze on the shady-lady. you'll never go back to pants.

  13. I always do that at target too haha. You better wear that skirt though!!! Show off your sexy self lady :)

  14. I went to target twice today. TWICE. I try to avoid target when I can, because the same thing happens to me every time.

    But really, all you need to do is strategically dust your legs with bronzer, and throw on the cheap-ass knock offs of Spanx they sell at above mentioned evil place. You'll look hot to trot. See, I just used a Southernism. You're starting to wear off on me.