I want to go shopping. I’m not sure why. I want to buy things. It’s a weird compulsion. But I don’t like shopping. Shopping is frustrating and irritating.
weird.
I want to go shopping. I’m not sure why. I want to buy things. It’s a weird compulsion. But I don’t like shopping. Shopping is frustrating and irritating.
weird.
Sometimes a little retail therapy is just the thing!
Maybe I’ll hit the thrift store today, they have more interesting maternity clothes!
Enh, not in my size range. I get the mumu. 🙂 Whoo hoo chunky thighs!
Your response is especially poignant after your previous journal entry.
Heh. Well, I have found it especially ironic that it is hard to find maternity pants that fit over my thighs. It’s always a bit of a struggle to find pants that fit well (small waist, big ass, big thighs) but maternity is *really* oddly cut for me.
I would think that maternity clothes would be even more forgiving. Instead I’m wearing generic exercise pants every day.
Sounds like nesting behavior.
definitely.
a tiny bird is
egg-heavy and happily
feathering her nest.
I don’t shop per se, I hunt at thrift stores. I don’t have a plan of what to buy, I go for the sport of it, what can I find that’s great or horrible…
A lot of times I come home w/stuff that might fit someone else, or some house-ware thing that’s cute.