I've officially run headlong into my finances and it's ugly, kids. I went shopping yesterday because I have no cute clothes (I wear the same shit all the time and it's beginning to develop holes). Ended up dropping multiple hundreds of dollars on clothes that could be worn for fun or work. It was a good investment. I keep telling myself that. But the reality is still multiple hundreds of dollars. Luckily I get my fat Summer I check next week. I have shopper's guilt fo' sho. Especially after I took the time to consolidate some loans today. Good financial decision, but seeing all those numbers together on paper is enough to make a girl wanna suck on the tailpipe of the closest American-made automobile.
Now, to make me feel better, look at my pretties and tell me how worth my $$$ they are...
2 pairs of dressy capris (black and army green), one blue/green polo, black polo (not pictured), one red/white off the shoulder twofer thingy, brown one too (not pictured), red/goldish brocaded concoction...sort of a tunic, flowy whatever (far right). And two pairs of jeans (not pictured).
Another pic of the tunic red, flowy, brocaded number. Can be dressy or paired with jeans/heels for a night working at the cat house.
A flesh/black lacy Asian-inspired shirt, the red stripey wrappy shirt (my personal fave) with a chocolate cami to go underneath. Brown flauncy sandals (wedges) and acid green kitten heels. Two necklaces: the green, cream, chocolate big honkin' beads, a delicate red/pinky/brown beaded necklace that you can't see in this pic, and the very Indian'ish bronze/red danglies sitting atop the kitten heels.
I love my new clothes. Now I just wish I didn't have to pay for them.