My husband asked me yesterday if I did anything with my free time besides blog. Yes, I do. I went shopping for six hours yesterday on my overnight. That's why I didn't have time to blog. I didn't intend to shop for that long, it just took me that long to try on 30+ pairs of jeans. Out of those 30, I ended up with one very expensive pair that fit. I could never understand why people spend so much money on jeans. Then I put on my first pair of Seven For All Mankind. The rest, as they say, is history.
I do not spend money like your typical airline pilot (or I guess I should say like your typical airline pilot's wife). I am very frugal, some would call me cheap. I normally shop somewhere like Kohl's, or if you've read my previous post, my neighbors trash pile. If I shop somewhere like Macy's I don't buy anything if I don't have a coupon or it's not on sale. But I am a sucker for sales. I bought my Seven's from Nordstrom Rack, on sale of course, and they look better than any jeans I've ever had. That could also be due to the fact that I am skinnier than I have ever been, but the jeans still make a huge difference.
After my shop til you drop afternoon, I was famished. I saw a sushi place, and the fact that it was called "Sushi Land" should've been a clue that it wasn't completely authentic. Upon entering, I realized that the entire restaurant was staffed by mexicans. I don't have anything against mexicans, I just didn't expect to see them making sushi.
Here's your quiz for the day. I'll give you three guesses which city this restaurant was in. Nope, you're wrong. How do I know you're wrong? Because never in a million years would you have guessed Portland, Oregon. The sushi was ok. My vegetable roll tasted suspiciously fishy, but I can't really complain. I had two rolls and a miso soup for $3.50.
It is true you get what you pay for, whether it's $3.50 sushi or $100 jeans. I learned my lesson about the sushi, and even though the jeans fit like a glove I may not be able to keep them. I don't know if the enjoyment of looking good can override the guilt of spending so much on them. I'll let you know what I decide next week, as I'll be back in Portland for another overnight. The jeans will make the trip with me, I just don't know whether they'll be on my bum or in a bag to return. One thing's for sure, I'll find somewhere else to have dinner.