What I'm NOT Buying This Weekend

It seems to be that part of the usually temporary obsession where I start to lose interest. My enthusastic daily post have dwindled into brief sometimes-maybe post. In spite of this I still must not shop!

I saw this dress while on my way to have my hair amputated.

 It is a Rebecca Taylor for the surprisingly reasonable price of $240.00 at Tula Blue in Myrtle Beach

Of course there was an adorable boutique across from where we were going to kill my hair... why would my money enjoy it's cozy home in my wallet?

Now, for tradition's sake, I must find a (imaginary) place to wear this dress. I'd be Nancy drew, magnifying glass at hand with tin of lip balm (for some reason tin, not can, it seems more old fashioned-ey, or British, but ether work) that I'd find some strange sleuth-ey use for like Nancy always does with random objects. The typewriter still would work here, I'd be more hunched over it- more stressed with what ever current case was at hand.

I after fantasizing about seeing myself in this lovely dress I proceded to get my hair done:

He did not even warn me: one second he was innocently tying them in cute pony tails and the next medusa's snakes were in his hands. My mom when documenting the event, even managed to get my surprised expression in the mirror.

This week I saved $240.00 and lost two snakes of knotted blond.

What I'm NOT Buying This Weekend

Jacqueline Dress- Anthropologie- $98.00

Old & New Necklace- Anthropologie- $218.00

Full Bouquet Clip- Anthropologie- $18.00

Sigh. Oops, did I accidentally forget to dress for the 21st centry, oh well...

Last week I was sitting pretentiously reading in a used books store, this week I may be sitting at my typewriter clicking away to the sound of the static and muffled words of the radio that was sitting dustily in the corner. But, if I have a typewriter in my little old-time-ey fantacy, don't I need:

The Clickity Typewriter Of My Dreams- eBay- starting bid $24.00 mere dollars

I can imagine myself pounding at the keys, in that dress, and that clip, and those pearls, but my image is spoiled by the buzzing of the computer moniter in the backround, the sound of Muse's (the best band to ever live- sorry adults but don't I have to have a little teenager in me?) Matt Belamy's piano solo in Butterflies and Hurricanes dancing it's genius way to my ears, and the modern air that unfortunatly always seems to hang annoyingly in the air.

I was born in the wrong time- but that doesn't mean I can't dress for the time I should have been born in...

What I'm NOT Buying This Weekend

I was accompanying my mother on her shopping trip. This was no ordinary shopping trip; we purposely fell in love with objects that we would/could never buy. The place was Studio 77, the most painful, yet somehow insanely gratifying, place to not shop. I followed along on my mother's heels, like a loyal puppy, digital camera at hand; just her daughter with the less popular blog.

I first looked at some pendants, they were like stamps someone would find on some one's Hogwarts invitation. They each had a letter, the stamped silver was even asymmetrical, as if they were stamped without unrealistic perfection. Now, it is commonly known about me that I think I was born in the wrong time. I wish I got to wear those billowing hoop skirts, now only found in films and historical reenactments. I could imagined it dangling from my neck like I was about to be mailed off to the 1600s, I took a picture, and in my mind, I'm wearing it, in spite the fact that my name does not start with a "K".

My second item to not buy were these lovely glasses. I, much to my disappointment, am no longer visually impaired. I would absolutely love to wear glasses, but while I had the chance, I was too eager to move on to contacts, and for some reason my vision improved. I can imagine myself reading, in a used bookstore, with coffee wearing these glasses, others would glance over at me, noting my sophisticated, pretentious, ways.

But wait, if I am pretentiously sitting in a used book store, don't I need a pen to mark my book with to make me look/be even more sophisticated looking? One mother's day we bought mom one of these beautiful pens to match her new office (the good ol' days where people had money) I have been caughtt staring at it; somehow believing that if I wrote with it I would instantly become a better writer. These are not just mere tubes with ink, they are sculptors filled with ink promising passing genius ideas onto paper.

Now, because this was not just an ordinary shopping spree, I went kinda overboard on the accessories:

Meaningless Deatiles: I actually have no idea how much I saved my estimate is around $800 though.

What I'm not Buying This Weekend:

Life in the Short Lane’s Margo (also my mother) thought of a brilliant idea to frugally buy stuff without money! In reality, we’re not actually “buying” anything, but it’s just as fun! Well I had to adopt my mother’s idea- how could I ever lose the opportunity to imagine myself adorned with all of the clothes I may never need but want insanely?

My first item is a beautiful dress. It’s price for people who don’t have blogs is $608.00.

Now I need something for my blog to wear with the dress so ($278.00):

To finish it off I need a bag ($68.00) to carry all of the babysitting money that I did not spend so:

Now I can say I've saved $954.00 this weekend. It feels great to help out with the economy!