Look! It's Blue and White! And a Train Wreck.

So here's the thing.

I did a little shopping yesterday. Mainly because I had a coupon for Bed Bath and Beyond which desperately needed to be used before it became a lesser coupon to BB&B. And if you're a customer of the store you know what I mean. If Cinderella waits too long, has too much fun, shows off her spiffy new look for the Prince for too long, she turns from a full 20% Princess back into a lowly 10% Stepdaughter and no one, frankly, wants that to happen to anyone.

Much less Cinderella. What a doll.

So I scooped up a new GelPro mat for my kitchen floor (because who knew that you could actually suck up part of  a nice leather floor mat into your vacuum cleaner and rip it to shreds?)

I know. Me neither.

And I got a new potato ricer. Lumpy mashed potatoes? Get thee behind me Satan.

Then I ventured over to the mall which is not my usual MO. I mean there are so many people and so many cars and SO MUCH STUFF to look at that it sends me into some kind of shopping stimulation overload and all I want to do is buy a huge cake-sized cookie, run to my car and eat it all by myself. Not that I would do such a thing, mind you.

But I really did need some new clothes and I figured I would just tough it out and at least go look. I've chronicled here before the fashion issues that plague me:

1. I'm not at all fashionable.
2. I like blue and white.
3. I must wear at least something denim at all times.
4. I dislike prints.
5. I hate purple.
6. I have a hard time visualizing what something would look like on.
7. There's a chance I'm partially colorblind when it comes to navy, black and dark green.
8. I prefer to wear my cowboy boots. All the time.
9. My waist is kind of small. My hips are kind of not.
10. I can do stripes, but only blue ones.

I live in a fashion stupor. How do people know how to put things together? Who would think to put that color with that print and have it turn out fine? Even kicky. When did all the fashion sense get knocked out of me? Did I ever have any? Could I even rock a Onesie as an infant? Or were they ill-fitting and totally the wrong shade of pink for me?

And don't even make me think about necklaces and scarves and purses, because that would send Mamaw here straight into some kind of accessory induced coma.

Obviously then shopping is not what I do for fun. It's work. A chore. When I determine in my heart that I'm gonna just suck it up and do it, look out people, and don't get in my way of the chambray.

I'm happy to say then that after my sprint through the mall, (OK, maybe it was just one store. BUT STILL) I came home with a bag full of stuff all in varying shades of white and blue, not a print or purple in sight. Of course, none of it actually coordinates or goes with anything I already have, which kind of brings me back full fashion circle I suppose.

Maybe I should have just gone the cookie route.

But I need to know. Do you always go shopping with a plan? Do you tend to fall face-first into your own version of a denim/blue/whatever your case may be rut? Or are you adventurous and open to new looks and trends?

I am your eager (yet clearly remedial) fashion student.