Bloomingdale's

Yesterday I did something that was completely out of character, self-indulgent, and anxiety producing: I went to Bloomingdale's and bought nice makeup. Of course I would not have been in Bloomingdale's had it not been for a Bloomingdale's gift card. They were having a great sale, fifty percent off many items, however when you are talking about Bloomingdale's that's not particularly helpful for many of us that don't have access to large sums of cash. I knew that I couldn't buy the boots and clothes that I wanted with the gift card, but I could buy some really nice makeup. At first I was a bit intimidated and overwhelmed, as I am not used to treating myself to nice things,  however, I started to get the hang of it at the Dior counter.

When I returned from the mall, I went straight up to my bedroom, as I was having a mini panic attack. Whenever I shop I go into a mild state of panic afterward. Actually, I have never really enjoyed shopping, although I appreciate the idea of shopping.There are just too many choices and too little money, which doesn't make for a very good time.

If you are looking for a deeper message to my shopping/makeup post, there is one, no kidding. Buying myself nice makeup at Bloomingdale's has changed me a little bit inside, not to mention outside. I always said that had I taken a road trip to California I would be a different person, because I would be a person that has taken a road trip to California, which at present I am not. If I had nice makeup, then I would be a woman that treats herself to nice makeup. So, now I am a person that has pretty colors made from nice stuff to put on her skin, which is an idea that I previously, like twenty-six hours ago, would have never entertained. Yes, I dare say that buying makeup at Bloomingdale's was a life altering experience.