Shopping Spree

So I mentioned in my last post that I am focused on finishing the last two volumes of A Series of Unfortunate Events. I have a really good motivator for wanting to finish the Snicket series. Ed and I went book shopping for the first time in years on Sunday. I am trying to remember the last time. It had to be summer or fall of 2002. The only reason we were going this time was to spend the $10 Barnes and Noble gift certificate that I got for Christmas. I had been saving it for something really special. When Oprah announced the book club selection towards the end of March, I set my sights on that one. The Road by Cormac McCarthy. But the certificate wasn't going to cover the whole cost of it. Then there would be the cost of bus fare for two since I am unfamiliar with the route and would need an escort.

But this weekend we had access to his Dad's car while his folks were up north for their granddaughter's wedding. This was one of the errands Ed was champing at the bit about as I was writing my Sunday Serenity post Sunday afternoon.

Before the bookstore though, we had to go to Walmart for some necessities. Among those were some new clothes for me. I hadn't bought new clothes since 2002 either. I had gotten clothes for gifts for Christmas and my Birthday but since both of those are after Halloween, they tend to be winter wear--sweats, sweaters, PJs and flannel shirts. All but a few items of my spring and summer clothes are nearly unfit for wearing in public. Ripped, snagged, stained, frayed. Missing buttons. Dead elastic. Ladies, I'm sure you know what I mean by that last. :)

So I got three new items. Blue jeans, a pair of cotton, navy short pants. Not sure what they are called but they are a tad longer than the peddle pushers that were in when I was a kid. Last and far from least was a bra. I know, TMI. But it was a big deal to me. It had become a major issue months ago.

I was in too much of a hurry to try any of it on before buying. I was fairly confident my size hadn't changed anyway. But I guessed wrong on the blue jeans. They were too big and we have to take them back. Guess I should count that as a net positive. Still don't have the blue jeans to wear. But I need a smaller pair!

Next stop the book store.

But I'm leaving that story for the next post--Thursday Thirteen. This one is long enough and the story of my first book store visit in five years deserves its own post.