a fashionable 9 months...

i really love target.  i think it's all around cute, and just walking through a target store puts me in a better mood.  yes, maybe that is slightly unhealthy, but hey, it is a better picker-upper than drugs, alcohol, and excercise (yes, excercise). 

since realizing how little luggage i can bring with me to relocate to ohio for the next 2.5 months, i've held back from shopping in dallas.  it hasn't been difficult, mainly because i tend to still convert the price tags into various asian currencies & become offended or feel an almost insuppressable urge to bargain when the idea of purchasing items even pops into my head. 

today, however, i went to target buy something completely practical & non-hedonic (extra large staples for upholstry making, fyi, b/c you know, that's really interesting to share and everything...), but soon found myself with arms full of clothes, waiting in line for the fitting room.  SIGH.  one item after another (i pulled all these items off of the sale/clearance racks), i started thinking, "GEE!  my jeans must have really SHRUNK from the dryer." [the fit of my jeans is how i decide if i've gained weight...and basically, none of them are currently fitting me after five months of buffet-eating]  miraculously, however, every piece i picked up today fit loosely, even to the point when i double checked the tags & began thinking that maybe...all the southeast asian eats made me LOSE weight. 

my joyous moment didn't last for long though...i came out of the dressing room to show off my new pieces to my mom, who frowned, looked at the tags again, and told me the cold, hard truth.  ...i had picked up all sale pieces from the maternity section.  SIGH.