Not Just a Target Shirt, part II

I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how to introduce this post. I've written and deleted and written and deleted about 17 times now. Nothing has been good enough. It's 7 o'clock on a Friday evening. My part-time job has been just about full time the past two weeks and my bum is oh so tired of this here computer seat it's currently occupying*. I have severe writer's block. I want to eat, but need to cook it first. (My inner dialogue sounds very much like "Ha! Yeah, right. Cook... Psh." right now.) My energy is kaput. The man of this house is in the garage doin' man stuff... fixin' his bike or something. I dunno. He's probably gonna want to eat too, I think. Rats. All I want is to curl up on the couch with something sugary and fattening (did I mention I'm sugar-free right now? Ugh.), and a Dirty Doctor Pepper, and a good redbox.

BUT! I love you guys. And I love Target. And I promised last night (via Instagram) that I'd be posting today. So, a-good-post-introduction be darned, I'm going to crank this thang out, even if it kills me.

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Remember, part 1 of this series? Last time, I did everything via the interwebs—found all the clothes on Target's website. This time around, I actually went into the store, picked a few of my favorite tops, and then everything else to go along with them all. Pretty sure the fitting room attendant hated me when I told her I had "waaaay more than 6 items." (Sorry, Betty!) But, it was soooo worth it! I am craving every single one of these items. ALL of them. I could get months of outfits JUST from these pieces. AND LET IT BE KNOW: I walked out of the store empty-handed. I am convinced that is a feat worthy of at least a couple pats on the back (see Ryan's Hey Girl meme, up there^). My husband gave me two high fives when I told him. TWO!

I'll be back though. Erika needs some of those cardigans in her life. And probably the palazzo pants too.

All accessories are my own.