the aliens stole my daddy

so following the prospect of a job and interviews etc i headed to the sales to buy a nice businessy shirt and possibly a skirt. yanno... all of 2 items.

WELL... i came home with:

- one businessy shirt
- cute tan cami top suitible for day or night
- same cute cami in blue
- another v-neck tan/brown singlet top, more for night
- black wrap-around cardi
- gorgeous bootcut stretch jeans
- cute denim jacket (suit style)

after all the discounts i only spent about $130 and everything was worthwhile and sutible for work or going out... but i was still having a heart attack when i came home cos i still owe dad money.

so i walk in the door and he immediately asks me what i bought, so i went through the whole fashion parade and how many different ways i can wear one item - don't i look pretty etc. (also known as trying to justify purchases) and he utters the sweetest words i've ever heard in my life...

"you should go back and buy more"

OMG.... if that wasn't bad/good enough, he follows it up with

"and you should try find some pants that aren't jeans too"

not only do i take that as permission to buy stuff, but an order to do so. as a result, shopping spree #2 followed the following day... i bought:

- wrap-around cardi in brown
- black pants that aren't jeans
- grey pants that aren't jeans
- grey businessy pin stripe skirt
- pretty brown flowy skirt (not the one i wore friday A & L)
- cute brown alligator high heels
- black pointy toe low heels

now i had intended on taking back one of the pants that aren't jeans and just wanted another opinion but they were only $20 each and dad said i should keep both... who am i to argue?

today i've been walking around the house in my new high heels purely to break them in. dad calls it 'parading around' i still call it 'breaking them in'.