"We set out to be wrecked" as JMBarrie wrote in the opening line of The Boy Castaways of Black Lake Islands. So where did I go this morning, on day two of my 90 day challenge? Mahon Point! Cork's temple to consumerism, the British high street on a spit of land next to the coast and adjacent to the Jack Lynch Tunnel. I didn't need to go there: I had in in my head to buy some cake for the friend I was to visit at lunch, but there were ten other places I could have gone that didn't involve cake. I think Mahon Point was on my mind because I had half a mind to go to the retail park and look for a bag to carry my new work tablet in. In the end I had a look on Amazon and bought one there. Yes, I do realise about Amazon. I rarely shop there, which is too much.
So then I had time to go to the real Mahon Point. And I thought I was safe. I thought I was just checking if Mantarey had any of their super-practical pants because that'd be a super-practical purchase and totally justifiable. I walked past the Clarins special offer, scoffing at how my past self would have been taken in and still using up the generous free samples four years later.
I bought a dress. It's a red, summer dress that I thought was justifiable under the following reasons:
-it's a near perfect fit
-the fit and the colour are flattering
-it's not too short, being kneelength, as light summer dresses often are
-it was half-price
-most of all I could see myself wearing it in France during the summer and buying this dress was like a step on my "43 before 43" of going, or at least booking a trip, to France.
I'm not sorry, although I'm sorry I went there in the first place, if that makes sense. Then I went to Tesco, bought cookies for my friend, a Crunchie in case lunch was delayed. I wanted to buy two Diet Cokes (need brought on by not putting them in the fridge on time) but they were out of them in Tesco so I had to walk back to Easons. Then I had to pass the Clarks shop and I went in and bought a pair of black ankle boots without trying them on! I know I can return them and I thought they'd be too small. They're not too small, but I'll try them again tomorrow in daylight as I think they're a bit high up the calf and make my legs look even shorter than they are. I should bring them back really; they're not that fabulous and don't give much utility beyond the black ankle boots I already have, which are fine if a little high and not for all-day wear.
I'm going to say the boots don't count as they're footwear and I'll return them. Does the dress mean I have to re-set? I haven't considered this possibility? I suppose I'll add a day on at the end, so the 90 day challenge will now finish on the 5th April. I'm not sure about this though - it could be like the Israeli creche that charged the parents who were late picking up their children. What's supposed to be a deterrent could be a perverse incentive. A day 90 days away doesn't seem any penalty compared to a dress today. And I also stayed out of TKMaxx. So I might be better off absorbing the fuck-up and not applying a penalty.
Tomorrow is another day.