My name is Elaine and I have a BIG problem.
So, a few months ago I bought this totally cute shirt from the Gap. The neck is a little too wide (I apparently have very petite shoulders – well, at least something on me is small). While out in search of clothing yesterday, I saw a mannequin wearing a shirt a little like this one, but with a tank top underneath. Brilliant!
I go to the Gap (the tanks at Macy’s were too wide in the neck, to say nothing of too pricey) and I discover that while I don’t like the tanks underneath this shirt, the tanks really don’t look too horrible on me. So I buy them. Endgame = $20 at grownup Gap.
Across the hallway is Baby/Kid Gap and their “Come all Ye Suckers” sign is lit. They have the cuuuuutest little toddler shirts. I got one for each of my two nephews – one of the shirts proclaiming “Mr Mischief” and a “Star Wars” shirt (The Boy had always wanted to get his cousin a Star Wars onesie – the cousin is now 3 years old. Just another line item on the Evil Stepmother list). And yeah, I did a tiny bit of Plan B stuff. Endgame = an amount of cash I am no longer comfortable disclosing at Baby/Kid Gap. The two toddler sized shirts each were more than 2 grownup tank tops. Ugh.
Oh, and the clerk at Gymboree across from the house now recognizes me. ::forehead slap:: Soooo not a good thing.
I think Gene needs to come home NOW. I don’t do these things when he is home!!