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A Successful Shopping Trip

On this beautiful Good Friday, my husband and I decided to do a little shopping.  I have been searching for nursing bras.  Not the most exciting thing to go shopping for, but we finally had some success at JCPenny.  Buy-one-get-one-half-off makes for one happy pregnant woman.

Then we went to check out.  I guess they were running a coupon, spend $50 and get $10 off.  With my two nursing bras, my total was $40.00 so if I were to go pick out something for $10 I would basically get that item for free.

Let me back track.  I am queen of cheap shoes.  In the winter, I generally rock flats.  I usually get my flats from Target on clearance, and I never spend more then $10/$15.  And for some reason, I will wear those shoes until I completely wear holes through them.  Then in the summer, I rock Old Navy's cheap rubber flip flops...one brown pair, and one black pair.  I'm not sure why, I have never been a huge shoe girl.  I can't wear heals because then I end up looking like an amazon stripper (probably a hang-up I acquired from many years of being teased for being so tall; since then I have embraced that tall is hot, so who cares---but heals...I don't know I just can't go there) So then I started wearing flats.  And for some reason, cheap flats don't tend to wear blisters on my feet like more expensive flats do.

Anyways, so when I realized I could basically get something for $10 for free, the first thing that popped in my head was CHEAP SHOES...score!  I started realizing I had a cheap shoe problem when I started shopping at JCPenny.  JCPenny has a shoe section, then in another area they have a cheap shoe section (flops and flats).  So I immediately head to my cheap shoe section.  I couldn't find any flats that blew my mind so I started looking through the flops.  Now, I can't seem to bring myself to pay more than $2.50 for a pair of flops because the fancy flops tend to fall apart quickly, and my Old Navy ones are usually perfectly fine.     But we are talking a free $10.00 so why not splurge a little?  I found a pair that I fell in love with!


I don't feel like the picture does them justice.  But I think they are adorable.  They had some in black, but they didn't have any in my size..boo, so I went with my second choice--brown.  I also have a Beauty Brands gift card burning a hole in my pocket, so I might have to go get myself a cute pedicure so my toes and feet will be more on the same level with my expensive $10--but FREE flip-flops.  

I have to add one more thing.  Pregnant women are famous for complaining about...well everything.  And sometimes it is good to stop and count our blessings.  So far, no swollen feet.  So I will rock these flops with pride, as my feet are about the only skinny thing left on my body.  Another blessing to count, at least after baby comes, we will get our moneys worth out of that YMCA gym membership!

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