It's All a Matter of Perspective... Just Saying

I previously talked about my itsy-bitsy shopping indiscretion that just happened recently. Believe it or not, those items, as numerous as they appeared to be, were carefully whittled down to what's only required. Granted, my definition of "what's required" is probably more liberal than some people's, but that's neither here nor there.

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.

HAH!

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?

HAH!