The term "retail therapy" doesn't even begin to describe the wonderful feeling I got when I walked into Ann Taylor for my first post-maternity shopping trip. I just sort of stood in the doorway and ogled all of the pretty new things from a distance.
None of the hangars were holding up anything that even mildly resembled elastic.
I squealed, clapped my hands together and started digging through the racks. Within moments my arms were filled -- enough to alert a saleswoman to ask me if I'd like her to start a dressing room for me.
YES! A DRESSING ROOM! OF MY VERY OWN! ... I MIGHT EVEN MOVE IN!
Being a weekday afternoon, I was the only shopper for awhile and all of the women working at the store laughed as I literally skiped back and fourth to my dressing room in various outfits seeking different sizes as my mom entertained Allison.
I left with a ton of new clothes and an overwhelming fuzzy feeling.
And it wasn't just because of the super soft sweater I got 50 percent off.
Although, that certainly didn't hurt.