There I was sitting at my desk...minding my own business...listening to some Christmas music...drinking a little coffee...when I got an email from JJill. They've got a sale, and they just wanted me to know in case there was something I wanted.
Of course there was something I wanted. I always want something from JJill. The nearest store is an hour and a half away, so I usually order from the catalog, and I get a catalog from JJill almost as often as I get one from Victoria's Secret. I could build a house with the trees used to print those things. A big house.
Lovely chocolates.
I look at JJill the same way I look at a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies or a bag of Ghirardelli. One piece won't hurt, but before you know it, you have one-pieced it until you have eaten a whole week's work of cookies and candy. I could easily buy "just one" thing from a JJill catalog so often that I would need to rent a storage unit to hold my wardrobe, so I try to pace myself, like exercising discipline with the Ghirardellis. When I get a catalog in the mail, I have to dispassionately flip through it and then quickly throw it away. Otherwise, I'd spend a mortgage payment every week on the stuff. Sometimes I let myself dog ear pages of things that interest me, and then I'll let the thing sit around for a couple of days before throwing it away. If I keep it much longer, I increase the danger of buying stuff I don't need. That's what it boils down to—I can afford that new sweater, but do I really need it? Not any more than I need the third peppermint bark before noon.
But today while my guard was down, I got this email, and I was powerless against it. I clicked my way to the sale-priced sweaters, and I discovered one I have been dog earring for weeks. When I first saw it in the catalog and then later in the store, I said, "this was made for me! It's got my name on it!" It really is unique, made with a mix of wool and mohair and ribbons. And here it is, nearly 50% off the original over-price.
So, I bought it, like eating the entire cookie and licking my lips afterwards. Yum. At least I didn't eat the whole plate. I didn't give myself a sugar headache from too much chocolate.
It's lovely, isn't it? Merry Christmas to me.
Of course there was something I wanted. I always want something from JJill. The nearest store is an hour and a half away, so I usually order from the catalog, and I get a catalog from JJill almost as often as I get one from Victoria's Secret. I could build a house with the trees used to print those things. A big house.
Lovely chocolates.I look at JJill the same way I look at a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies or a bag of Ghirardelli. One piece won't hurt, but before you know it, you have one-pieced it until you have eaten a whole week's work of cookies and candy. I could easily buy "just one" thing from a JJill catalog so often that I would need to rent a storage unit to hold my wardrobe, so I try to pace myself, like exercising discipline with the Ghirardellis. When I get a catalog in the mail, I have to dispassionately flip through it and then quickly throw it away. Otherwise, I'd spend a mortgage payment every week on the stuff. Sometimes I let myself dog ear pages of things that interest me, and then I'll let the thing sit around for a couple of days before throwing it away. If I keep it much longer, I increase the danger of buying stuff I don't need. That's what it boils down to—I can afford that new sweater, but do I really need it? Not any more than I need the third peppermint bark before noon.
But today while my guard was down, I got this email, and I was powerless against it. I clicked my way to the sale-priced sweaters, and I discovered one I have been dog earring for weeks. When I first saw it in the catalog and then later in the store, I said, "this was made for me! It's got my name on it!" It really is unique, made with a mix of wool and mohair and ribbons. And here it is, nearly 50% off the original over-price.
So, I bought it, like eating the entire cookie and licking my lips afterwards. Yum. At least I didn't eat the whole plate. I didn't give myself a sugar headache from too much chocolate.It's lovely, isn't it? Merry Christmas to me.
Comments
It makes you look like a catalogue model.
And it's made your hair grow, too.
I liked your hair how it was.
You do look slightly younger, though not as cute as you did before.
Send it back.
They have my number.
And all those cool skirts. I live in them.
I went to Whole Foods today with the intention of buying goat milk yogurt (can't get it anywhere else here in Omaha) and I ended up spending over 60 bucks on things like 1) black and tan cookies 2) raspberry and white chocolate frozen yogurt 3) garlic flavored pita chips and 4) a wide array of cards that I thought were sweet and funny.
Bing's aunt sent us chocolate covered orange slices. The box is nearly empty. Can you hear us oinking?