Sticker Shock

One of my self proclaimed "label whore" girlfriends has been bugging me for a while about joining her in her designer jean addiction. The thought of spending $150+ on a pair of jeans is utterly insane in my opinion, so obviously that conversation didn't go too far. That is, until my birthday when she gave me a $100 gift card to Buckle 0 and demanded that I go get some good jeans.

So Saturday evening, we ditched the kids and husbands and took a little trip to the mall. We entered the store, where she knew all the sales people. Apparently they were expecting me because they seemed to know OF me. So the sales guy sized me up; estimating my waist size, body type and leg length (self concious, me? No!) in order to find the perfect pair. An hour and 30 fittings later and I walked out with $250 worth of jeans (in other words, two pair).

Here is my sticker shock:


yes, this says $135


And this is what happened to the receipt (I actually ironed it out for the pictures) after Jake literally wrestled me for when he realized I came home with TWO pair. Being the sweet husband that he is though, he said it was ok and that I deserved to get nice things every once in a while.