God really wanted me to have these pants...

Last week I challenged myself to not buy anything for 2 weeks.  If you are following my blog, you realize that I was not successful.  I only made it about 8 hours, considering I was at work for 6 of those 8 hours, one could say I failed miserably...

When I got home from work, in an effort to stay off my computer and not buy anything, I decided I would organize Gabby's fall stash and see what I needed once my buying freeze was over.  I am an outfit person, every top has a bottom, every bottom has a top and every dress or tunic has leggings or tights.  I became very uneasy when I ran across this Mini Boden Tunic in Gabby's stash, that I bought at the Mini Boden End of Season Sale and realized I did not have any leggings to wear with it.  I mean it is June after all and come October (ya know like 4 months from now) we will really NEED leggings.

It was getting to be Gabby's bedtime, so I got the stuff put away, got her in bed and came downstairs to get on Facebook, not to shop but to catch up with my Mini Boden Mama Friends in our little "secret" group.  It is not just about shopping, they are all some of my online besties now.  Anyway, I go to the group and wouldn't you know it, someone had just posted MY PANTS!  The ones that I had to have to match this tunic and they were in the size we needed as well...

But, I was under this self-imposed buying freeze.  What to do, what to do, yes I struggled with it, for all of about 30 seconds, when I decided it was meant to be, fate, God wanted me to have these pants or they wouldn't have been there so readily available for me.
The pants arrived in the mail today (read my post from May about the mail and look for my upcoming post about the Mailman being better than Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny according to Gabby) and now we have this super cute outfit for fall.

Kami, please explain why our daughter thinks her clothes magically appear in the mailbox???

As a fellow shopacholic, I know that one of the biggest fears is having your hubby beat you to the mailbox.  It is necessary that we get there first so that we can secure our packages and hide the new additions to the closet before he sees them.  Well, on Monday, Hubby picked Gabby up from day care and beat me home and here is what happened...

I always check the mail as we pull into the driveway, with Gabby in the backseat, eagerly waiting to see what goodies mommy is about to retrieve from the mailbox, with her saying something along the lines of "oh, are those my new clothes?"  On Monday, hubby pulled into the driveway with Gabby in the backseat, completely bypassing the mailbox (it has taken a lot of training to keep him away from the mail) but on this particular day little miss Gabby chimed in from the back seat with "UGGGHHHHH Daddy, you forgot to check the box and see what clothes the mailman brought me today..."  (she needs more training on keeping her little mouth shut about these things when daddy is around).  So, hubby was forced to check the mail and luckily, on this day, there was only one package.  (here is Gabby modeling that outfit from Addy's Closet)

So, when I arrived home I was met with - Kami, can you please explain why our daughter thinks her clothes magically appear in the mailbox each day? When she was pressed on the issue by daddy, she totally gave me up and explained how the clothes arrive each day and that mommy puts them away in her closet...

Busted by the object & beneficiary of my shopping addiction...