Yesterday I visited a friend in a nearby, larger city. I had a 20% off shopping pass for Macy's, an idea of what I wanted to get, and plenty of free time. I was armed and dangerous. I had a limit in mind of what I was willing to spend, so I wasn't going completely crazy.
I did the bra fitting, and I really don't understand what all the fuss is about. Maybe Macy's doesn't do it right, but basically, some twenty-something measured me, looked at her instructions about what the measurements meant, and suggested a size. I knew I was probably between two sizes and the size she gave me was one of the ones I thought. So I could have probably accomplished the same thing by going into a dressing room with a handful of items and trying them all on. I was disappointed to see that I'm in a larger cup size than I thought. This means that it's harder to find anything that doesn't look like it was meant for someone's Aunt Helga. When I was at my goal weight for those ten minutes or so, I had a lot more options for undergarments because I fit into a more reasonable size.
I did find a couple of basics at good prices, and then splurged on a couple of pretty things. I also found a dress with a flattering empire waist in a summery print. It was less than $50 on sale, down from $150. That's the thing about Macy's, when you catch a sale it's usually a good one.
Finally, I bought a gift set at the Origins counter that had the Youthtopia cream, a cleanser, and some other items in it. I didn't notice any change from the 40 carrots serum, but I do feel like the Youthtopia is making a difference in my skin.
It was all fun and all of these items were confidence boosters. Still, I think that should take care of me for a while.