The other day, I decided to go to a meetup in Connecticut. I could have spent the day with JS, but I said I was going to a Saturday meetup. Yet, by the time I got moving, it was too late to go to the meetup. So I ended up going to Catherine's instead.
Driving on New Jersey's back roads can take an extra half hour to get to where you want to go. But when roads like Route 4 and Route 17 are jammed with holiday traffic, it actually makes sense to take back roads to get to the shopping malls. And that's what I did on the Saturday before Christmas.
As I expected, they were having a "last minute" sale, with their clothing priced the same as it was on "Black Friday". So I looked over most of what was in the store, and I didn't see much that said "Buy Me!" However, I saw a couple of sweaters I had previously bought selling for less than I paid for them previously. Instead of buying a third in a color I didn't have, I went to the back of the store where I fount a pair of boots in a size 12-W. Normally, I don't look at women's 12-W shoes, as they are usually a little bit snug on me. But this time, the 12-W boot at Catherine's fit perfectly. And at half price, the boot was perfect for my needs. So they jumped into the trunk of my car with a couple of pairs of socks that I can wear with other informal women's shoes.
Sometimes, its nice to be able to spend a little more than expected on something one didn't plan on buying. I will likely get more use out of these boots than the ones I bought from the Avenue....
My journey towards femininity, with all the bumps in the road. Who knows where this road will lead? But it certainly will be a prettier road, and one well worth traveling.
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