And for every item purchased, I'd say a good item or 2 are tried on, examined, looked at every angle, and apparently, photographed (for posterity sake?), then discarded.
So, really, if I compare the number of clothes/shoes tried on to what's actually purchased, I'd say it's a pretty small ratio. It's just a matter of perspective.
Okay, even I know how lame that sounds. But just saying... hehe...
First came the Hits, now the Misses...
From H&M. Saw this dress on one of my fave blogs. It looked really good on her. On me? I know it's not the worst dress I've put on, but I wasn't in love with it either. It felt like I was trying too hard to relive my girlhood, no thanks. Pass.
From H&M. On the hanger, this new flower print of theirs look all girly and nice. It felt like a tat gone wrong on me, just saying. Pass.
From Winners. I almost got this dress. In the dressing room, I thought it was a perfect update to the LBD. But then I remembered how many black dresses I have already and considering how hubs and I are more homebodies, I wondered where I'd wear this. So I didn't get it. Whew! And rightfully so, now looking at this image. Yikes! Pass.
A shame too, since I kinda' liked the back details. O well. And all those clothes to the left? All misses. Pass.
From Old Navy. Again, saw this heart-print wannabe J Crew dress on some of my fave blogs so when I saw it on sale and in my supposed size in the store, thought I'd try it on. I felt like a walking lab sample about to pass thru a microscope. Oh, plus the underarms didn't fit well and I certainly was not willing to consider alteration in this case. Pass.
From Old Navy. I felt like a dalmatian, a highly organized and anal dalmatian no less, that needs to line up all its spots, I mean dots. Pass.
From Old Navy. It kinda' reminded me of an anemic cheetah. And the length was just wrong on me. Pass.
So, take these items for example. I know for the most part they looked ok. In my young(er) years, when I was less discriminate (yes, WAS) about my shopping choices, I would have convinced myself that I looked good enough in them that they probably would have gone home with me. Now with a lil more wisdom (I said just a lil), I'm more discerning with my options.
Again, perspective, right?