I have been avoiding the mall and all online retailer websites for a good 3 weeks. It’s my weakest time of year, Fall. I know the glorious coats and boots are making their big debut, standing there all proud of themselves fully knowing how much we all want/need them. I have been pouring through the big September issues of all the mags and I have been relatively unimpressed. Courderoy? Plaid? Flannel? How original. And also B has asked me to stop spending money and I’ve been trying, really hard. I swear. Ask Box.
me: box that i have been buying cheaper things and have decreased my overall spending? Like target brands and victoria secret instead of neimans and bloomies?
Box: well i have noticed it on two occasions
Me: Also, I got my makeup at the drug store and not sephora
Box: i am very proud of you
Me: i hated that
Box: this is out of character, are you trying to turn over a new leaf in life?
Me: honestly I haven’t felt the need as much to shop. Isn’t that weird?
Box: HOLYCHRISTOHMIGHTY, I never thought i would hear those words out of your mouth
But something happened today. Bad. I went to return something to my cheap-heroin-of-a-fix store, Forever21. I park at Nordstroms and walk past Sephora. 2 awful things.
I walk as fast as I can past the “Savvy” section where all the sales people know me and say “oh Amanda try that on” or “Amanda, you would looove this”. NO. Keep walking. Look down. Move quickly.
But I wasn’t so lucky walking past Sephora. Before I knew it I was in there trying on a new Nars blush. And those GD little small things in line that they shove down your throat. They are the best. Small and cute and like a dollar cheaper. Sold.
Then I get to F21 and after all of that dram, self control and sads, I forgot the GD mother F-ing receipt. I left.
But on my way back I did gaze lovingly in the Savvy section and now I have the Fall itch. I really do. It’s a problemo as Nina Garcia would say. I plan to create a Fall Hot list for tomorrow. F. I’m so screwed.
Preview: Red is going to be my thing. Brace yourself.
Word..
Hi I’m MODG. But you can call me MODG. You say it like Modg, like a Grandma name. Not like M.O.D.G. That’s a lot of syllables and I don’t have that kind of time. 
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Right now I feel like you stole the thoughts from my head. I have the same Fall itch and I am trying to fight it and was considering doing a Fall NEEDS post tomorrow.
But I am not interested in red.
Girl i totally feel ya on the head down…keep walking…ignore the voice calling your name. Savvy bestill my heart!!! Red hot mama is what we'll be this fall. I'm stocking up on this POP of a color.
Ugh! I LOVE fall clothes. And I am stuck in the land of 100 degrees, with no wool or turtlenecks in my future. I just got the above-mentioned issue of InStyle and WISH I could partake. I can barely wear jeans without melting.
To all you lucky bitches still in the Northeast- rock the cozy knits for me.
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Living in other cities gave me an appreciation for indie boutiques that are not in plentiful supply where I live now. So, I do a lot of pretend online shopping to get my fix, unless I really NEED something. Like the sweet Francis tee shirt dress I just got. A girl can only hold back so much. Ah ha. Oh and speaking of F21, there is an adorable red shrug online right now.