|waiting with at least 50 other women for the elevators to open|
|The damage done in the shoe department (my CC is starting to smoke already)|
|My morning hair and yoga clothes (hey, it was 7am at THE MALL!)|
Surprisingly, once I get home and walked through the door with my many bags, the first thing I can't wait to try on again are the over the knee socks I picked up last-minute. After giving it all the once-over in my own mirror (why do clothes sometimes look different on you once you're home?) I am satisfied that I only need to return one item; the flats that made it into my bag in the wrong color.
If you listen really carefully, you can still hear my credit cards crying out for help!