So yesterday I went to D'Pulze Mall for work, but in all honesty I was craving Boat Noodles. I had been feeling particularly blergh for the last two weeks because I have a big project deadline looming in the very near future and the thought of working on it (so.much.work) sort of paralyzed me. What a genius, instead of hunkering down to work on it bit by bit, I agonized over it and procrastinated, which benefited nobody!
After lunch, which took well over an hour, and with no particular motivation to sit and work, I walked around the mall to try to "summon" the work goddess (or whatever you call it). In a sports shop, I saw a beautiful, crazy-print workout tights and I knew right that instant that I had to have it. Please, please, let them have my size. It still hurts when I think back of how much I paid for that pair of pants, especially in relation to what I found at FOS later, but I felt happy. I've been wanting a pair of crazy-print tights forever. You see those gym freaks on Instagram with their rainbow hued workout gears and crazy toned bodies and you wonder if you should buy the clothes first to get that body or get the body first, and then the clothes? Catch 22, so I took the fast route.
And THEN, I found out that FOS now has their own line of sportswear, that offers surprisingly good quality pants (almost no difference with the Reebok tights I bought 2 seconds ago). And at 1/3 of the price, what!? Want to cry also cannot edy. In consolation, the FOS ones didn't come in awesome prints. Still, I bought 2 pairs and called it a day. The last time I bought any workout clothes was 2 years ago, so hopefully these babies will tide me over to the end of 2018.
Some undergarments were bought too but no need to talk about that, yes? The last time I bought any of that was 2 years ago as well, so it's high time because nothing is supporting anything anymore if you know what I mean. Total damage for everything was around RM 550, a paltry sum really compared to the bounty. I had a mild anxiety attack for a bit and kept recalculating because it's been ages since I shopped for clothes and parting with the money was hard. I've started a strict budget now (to pay PTPTN, dammit) and every single ringgit is accounted for. Turns out the spending anxiety was the perfect trigger, right after the shopping was done I went to Plan B, ordered coffee and started working, typing so fast my fingers hurt.
I never used to worry about spending money to buy clothes and back then, in my closet you might find shirts with the price tags still on, and more clothes shoved at the back of the closet, never seeing the light of day for months on ends. I culled my wardrobe two Sundays ago and sold everything I don't like, don't wear or don't fit into anymore. Now I have less, but I love and would wear them all. Apart from work clothes, which I, in my 11 years of professional career, still can't seem to master, I'm all set. In the core, I am a laid back, harem pants and t-shirt kinda girl. And I have an awesome, crazy-print gym tights, yes!
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