So yesterday I had an eye appointment in Target (so convenient, I know.)
I showed up, did my exam, found out I need reading glasses (squeeeeeee!) and got my eyes dilated for the first time. I had no idea I would be incapacitated for (what felt like) ever. Long story short, I had to waste some time there while my eye site returned enough to drive home.
Waste time in Target.
Is there such a thing?
I found myself in the shoe aisle, trying on pair upon pair of impractical shoes and lusting over how many pairs could I actually take home.
Black and sparkly?
Pink cap toe spikes?
I stumbled through, wearing one on each foot and dragging its mate behind me. Oh, and took a zillion photo’s with my phone held two feet away from my blurry eyes for an impromptu Instagram poll.
An hour later I walked out with a scarf (white eternity) and the black heels. I currently have no place to wear them, but is that really the point?
I just might have to go back and get the pink ones, too.
My willpower is currently 0/2.