Wal-Mart

I've been told a time or two (or 58!) that I'm hoity-doity.
Maybe it was the mother who never allowed me to wear anything but Z. Cavaricci, Guess, Pepe, and Girbaud. (My now 51-year old mother is still a fashion whore! If she read what I was about to write, she would get a wrinkle and disown me.)
...and you'll want to pull out a bottle of purple White Rain, your old NKOTB tape, a crimper, and a scrunchie while you read this.

Maybe it was because I lived in Bedford where if you didn't own a pair of Cole Haans, (I did - and they were real!) a D&B purse, (I did - and it was real!) or a Starter Adidas jacket, (I did - and yes, it was real!) you got made fun of and called a nerd. (I was still a nerd...OKAY, and I still got made fun of!)
Maybe I was just trying to keep up with the Jones's. (...or an array of other hip chicks from junior high - whatever their names were.)

The day my father came home with some sweats from Wal-Mart so I could throw on after gymnastics practice...I about walked out of practice with those Cole Haans, and Adidas jacket and NOTHING else.
Cold - what cold? I am NOT wearing Wal-Mart sweat pants! I will walk home in the 39º weather. Sheesh - I've got my D&B, Adidas, and Cole Haans. Who needs sweats, DAD?

Times have changed y'all. I now shop at Wal-Mart, and I LOVE it.

I mean really, who could turn down a place where they massage your feet, check your eyes, cut your hair, rotate your tires, fill your prescriptions, and feed your family all in one?

I haven't found much for me, but my little 7-week old has Mr. Walton smiling from heaven. Nobody has ever made Wal-Mart look so good!

I found the CUTEST outfits for her. I bought one in every color. Yep, I did! (You know that when you find something you like, you also buy it in every color so stop reading this and thinking that I'm an idiot.)
$6 per outfit and let me tell ya that she has gotten complimented on EVERY one. You can even mix-and-match. (I don't recommend this. It just looks like you forgot to finish your laundry.)
$6 folks! Who am I to question Mr. Walton's (R.I.P) prices? He was a billionaire for a reason!

So of course, here she is modeling for you:


Yep - the cute hair bows are also courtesy of WM...you know you want to enlarge these and stare at her all day like I have!



I couldn't keep changing her or she might never allow me to dress her in WM clothes again, so the rest of the outfits are being modeled by the island in the kitchen... Cute, huh?

Oh - and for that lady who thinks that my daughter ALWAYS wears hair bows...


How 'bout THEM apples?
NO HAIR BOWS!

Hoity-doity is a thing of the past. Out with the old, and in the with the new.

Wal-Mart rocks!

...and for anyone who disagrees, Charlie has my back!
(He's the 83-year old greeter at my neighborhood Wal-Mart. Watch out for that cane boy!)