Greenbeans and Moneytrees

So there was a deal. This summer I am relaxing in air condition watching Private Practice and Real Housewives of New Jersey all while being copiously paid. I am spending my summer in a premiere Massachusetts town. I am still at Babson. I am working full time. And some people might grimace at the sound of working, full-time, and staying at school over the summer. I am stoked. I am living on my own, cooking my own meals, and excited to finally stand on my own two feet. However, a deal was made between my parents and I. A deal that consisted of me staying in Wellesley this summer, but having to put a whopping 90% of my bi-weekly paychecks into my savings account, never to be seen again (or at least until I no longer want those BCBG pumps from Nordstrom). This turns my glorious nearly four digits into below three digits. Am I pleased? NO. In fact, it's my own personal hell. And I will explain this to your with a little story. Today, I did nothing. I put paper in two printers, and that's it. So what did I do for the other 7hours and 55minutes? Well, I took an hour lunch and got ribs and potato salad (yum). I watched six episodes of Private Practice, one episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey (until I decided there's too much swearing to watch out loud at work), and I shopped. And I found some ADORABLE stuff. Clothes that made me want to melt away into the world of couture.

Delicious right? There are also a couple dresses at Express (my very first credit card came from here!) Each of these items evoke excitement inside of me. I don't like wearing old clothes. I try not to wear anything older than a year or two (vintage simply doesn't count). Shopping is my hobby, my habit, my addiction. Call it what you may, it makes me happy. When I retrieve a package from the mailroom and dubiously rip it open immediately, I get a rush of adrenaline. When I wear my new article for the first time and get multiple compliments on it, I am satisfied with myself. It's not about what other people think of me, or keeping up with the styles, it's about wanting that love and rush of confidence of wearing something awesome. Expanding the horizons of basics and blooming into something beautiful. I love shopping. I love buying. I love getting. And thus, this budget is knocking me into a anti-shopping slump.

And that my friend, is today's soapbox.

So.

Highlight: Moving into a new room from Publishers to VanWinkle and LOVING the new living space (and liking my roommate! )

Lowlight: Having a meeting about summer housing tonight at 7 aka delaying my eating time.

Wearing: H.G. Bass creamy brown knee high boots, Nike running leggings (the best leggings that NEVER fall down), 21 long-sleeve base shirt, olive green short sleeve Abercrombie sweater dress, bronze bowed headband, black glasses.

Recent Purchase: 2 pairs white jeans. One straight legged for work, one Levis skinny destroyed already marked with dirt by the ankles and 2 peppermint ice cream stains by the knees. Typical me, but I do love the look of white pants, light and summery but not side by side with the skin, so doesn't reveal how ice pale I am.

Wanted: Josh Brody backless mini dress. (pictured above)