I splurged a bit and bought some new clothes. Two pairs of jeans, and three very nice blouses (one of which I promptly spilled bleach on). As well a various underthings that I won’t tell you about.

I also bought a couple of work-out outfits. Which is really nice, because now I can stop wearing pajama bottoms. That was a wee bit embarassing.

Though my new workout pants are shaped just like pajama bottoms, only with a sleek racing stripe rather than “Shoppaholic” printed all over them in bright pink.