Escaping Target

Ten reasons that I can’t leave Target without spending at least $50 (even if I only run in to buy diapers)

Baby clothes. Yes, Joey has more clothes than I do and he outgrows most outfits before he can wear them more than once, but I just can’t resist tiny overalls with race cars all over them and the baseball covered tennis shoes.
Woman’s magazines. The covers scream that they hold the ultimate beauty secrets for every woman. Of course, once I get the magazine home, I realize that the beauty secrets work for every woman except me.

Seasonal Displays. Those marketing people at Target have figured me out. They know that if they put adorable decorations and knick-knacks on the end of the aisles during the right season, I won’t be able to resist the temptation to buy. This is why I have plastic bins full of St. Patrick’s Day decorations and summer picnic dishes that are used once a year.

Ch-ch-ch-Choxie. Chocolate with Moxie. Chocolate is irresistible in the first place, but when paired with exotic flavors like champagne and coconut, I simply cannot walk out of the store without a little diet-ruining splurge.

Underwear. Victoria’s Secret is nice, but Target has hundreds of brightly colored pairs for a fraction of the price.

Starbucks. My quick and albeit tasty financial demise started on the day they opened up a Starbuck’s in my local Target. Really, shopping is much more fun when you have a Coffee Light Frappucino in your hands.

Athletic Clothes. I want to be sporty. In fact, nearly every day I wake up and say “This is the day! This is the day that I become an exercise fanatic!” Those are the days that I find myself purchasing cute pink dry-fit running tops and soft yoga pants to encourage my journey to fitness. Fortunately, yoga pants and running tops make great lounge-around-the-house clothes so they’re not a complete waste.

Placemats. I know that I have an entire linen closet full of almost brand-new placemats, but the turquoise and tan tropical print ones would be perfect for that luau dinner party that I was thinking about hosting next summer.

Pajamas. Since becoming a mom, I spend large portions of my day traipsing around the house in my pajamas. That said, I need an adequate collection of comfortable yet stylish PJ’s to get my through my days. We all need work clothes, right?

The notecard aisle. Sure, I already have a huge box full of unused stationary. Sure, I hardly ever write snail mail letters anymore. Sure, they’re really expensive and probably cost less than a few cents to make. But I want them! They’re fun, cute and girly. It’s those darn marketing people again. They know how to entice me.