How An Anthro Sale Strengthened My Faith

I'm a girl who doesn't pay full price for anything. And I can honestly say I don't shop very often (although this is the second Anthro-related posted in the last few weeks). But yesterday, I made a rather substantial shopping trip to Anthropologie.

While I feel some guilt over it, I also think it was God's way of taking care of me.

Don't roll your eyes, I'm serious!

You see, right after I became just me, I was standing in an Anthropologie dressing room surrounded by beautiful, expensive clothes. And I suddenly thought, "I'm going to buy all of this." I knew that meant spending more than $800 but I didn't care one bit in that moment. That was what I wanted. While in every other aspect of my life it didn't seem to matter one bit about what I wanted, this...this I could make happen.

Then that logical, couponer in me piped in. I walked out empty-handed.

But this month....Oy vey.... If there ever was a month in my life where I could use some retail therapy, it's this month. In fact, I don't even need the whole month, just the next 8 days. Official divorcement, Christmas and would-be anniversary all fall within 8 days of one another.

Well yesterday I get another email from Anthropologie. Big sale aaaand take 50% off the bottom price.

I would not be surprised if my right bicep is sore tomorrow from the lug of clothes I carried to the dressing room this afternoon.

So in the end, I still had my shopping spree at a low(er) cost.

Win, win.