I've never paid much attention to labor day weekend sales, but this year was one for the books. We went to the mall on Friday and I scored a dress and romper. On Saturday, my mom, Preston and I took the long haul over to the outlets in Massachusetts and unleashed our energy visiting every store that tickled our fancy from late afternoon until closing hours. It was good times, except that I ended up leaving with a bundle of fall and winter clothes for my Hubs who actually cares niche about clothes.
Its tricky, you see, because the hubs is tall and lean. I am small and petite. Tall and lean means almost everything looks good on him. Small and petite means finding clothes is darn near impossible for me. It's not fair, it's not fair! But such is life.
