One intense work day later and in an effort to completely avoid packing, I found myself at none other than Nordys, the land of utopia when one needs a little retail therapy. Better yet, it's the half-yearly sale for women and kids. So despite having no business being there whatsoever, I found myself with three packages in the crook of my elbow this evening, including:
Ok, so these weren't on the sale rack, but come on...the new TOMS ballet flats that just arrived this morning? Sign.me.up.
These items may have landed in my bag as well:
I anticipate being in BIG trouble lately with the hubs, thereby receiving a lecture on Dave Ramsey and how this doesn't align with our "get rid of all our stuff" plan. But I can't help it:
I'm nutso for Nordys.
Hit the sale this week! You will be too.
And grab a pomegranate lemonade while you're there too, won't you?