Monday, December 15, 2008

I'm not sure why I do this, but every time someone compliments me on something I'm wearing, I have the uncontrollable urge to tell them where I got it and how much I paid for it. I think this is partly because, really, that's what I'm asking whenever I remark on someone's styling, as in "where do I have to go to look like you and how much will it cost me?"

But I think it's also because I want others to share in the joy of my bargain marvels. "Can you believe the cuteness-to-amount-of-money-spent ratio on this skirt?! $7 at the Gap!" (Ah, how I love the Gap) Regardless of how little the other person wants to know, I just can't seem to stop myself. Classic case of word vomit.

I even do it with haircuts. Someone will be all "Ohmigosh I love your hair!" and I'm like "Beth Zapata. $29 with tip."

What is wrong with me?"