I'm happy to report that I'm impressing myself. Even Daddy is impressed. And trust me if I can impress Daddy went it comes to shopping I know I'm rockin!
Last week I visited my girlfriend at her work. Which may have gotten her in a bit of trouble: I spent over 60 minutes chatting in her office! Apparently she gets paid to be there! Anyway, she was sporting these cool Lacoste runners. She found them at VV (aka: Value Village). I was inspired...
After my Thursday night yoga class I checked out VV. I scored! So much that I had to call my other girlfriend while I was throwing a pair of $5 jeans for James in the buggy! She laughed and said, "I love you! You're hilarious." I love her too.
So I got some cool stuff but my proudest purchase has to be these red boots.
While polishing my "new" boots Shania Twain's song started signing in my head:
Well whose bed have your boots been under?
I wanna know whose bed, baby
Whoa baby, tell me
Whose bed, yes I wanna know
You better start talkin'
Or you better start walkin'...
Did the previous owner of my boots outgrow them physically or emotionally?