I love you...I honestly love you!

Well, for a second consecutive Saturday, I found myself in the mall. Ambling from store to store, pretzel in hand of course.Yes, yes, I’m a Mall Rat-Hood Rat. What do you expect? I am from Memphis.

But this time I was NOT shopping, just returning some hi-deo dress I bought last week on a total whim…the salesboy was cute, I was distracted. What? I’m easy…

So, I was feeling good about acting all recessional by returning ugly clothes that I don’t need or actually want when the damndest thing happened- Zara…and a may-jah, may-jah SALE (Posh, anyone?)

If you’re anything like me, you have a  love/hate relationship with Zara that is totally reminiscent of that with a man. You’re going strong for a few months- digging each other’s styles, constantly wanting to spend time together-, then BAM all of sudden, you look up and shit just aint right! Things have gotten pretty ugly, pretty much out of nowhere. You can’t seem to agree on anything and all those things y’all had in common- POOF, gone!

Shake your boot-y!

Well, today, Zara and I were grooving like a pair of newlyweds! There were racks of $19.99  knit dresses, $39.99 shoes and boots. And tables of $9.99 cardigans lined the store. Before we had even made it to middle of the store, my #1 SPIC (Shopaholic Partner in Crime), my older sis, and I were loaded down with chunky knit vests, faux fur chubbies and plaid wool coats.

“Zara rules!” I exclaimed in slight disbelief so many times I sounded like a middle-schooler. But I had no clue just how hard Za-Za ruled until I found a pair of grey suede Oxford booties for…dun-dun-dunnnn- $10!

Thanks for the boots, ZaZa!

I also picked up a birthday gift, a totally RB (Rich Bitch) knit vest and a pair of caramel-leather boots slouched to absolute perfection! All for $85!

So, if you are still sitting at your computer, reading this blog, you must have a damn problem. Now, I support literacy wholeheartedly, especially any reading of my newborn blog, but this is shopping, people. Sale shopping to be exact.

And like I hinted at earlier, we just never know when Zara is gonna stop returning our phone calls and telling us how pretty and great we are, so you better jump on this hot and heavy phase in the relationship!