I've lost my touch.

For Christmas, my brother got me a $100 gift card to Nordstrom. I thought, surely I'll have no problem spending that in a heartbeat. So yesterday, we packed up the car and headed over to the nearest Nordstrom for a little shopping. My husband had no problem spending a few hundred dollars of OUR money on himself. I guess it was allowed, since he did buy work clothes, and he did need them pretty badly.

But what do you know, I couldn't find a damn thing I wanted to buy. I fought the urge to just give up and buy Avery some new Robeez, only to find that there was nothing I wanted. I was a little baffled. The gift card was burning a hole in my pocket and I just couldn't bring myself to buy anything.

Anyway, all this to say, I'm going to the other Nordstrom today because I just want to buy something. If it ends up being new Robeez for Avery, so be it.

Sigh. I used to be such the irresponsible shopper -- buying things I couldn't afford and never feeling guilty for it. Where did the REAL me go?