Hoo’s Bay?

My sister and I went fall clothes shopping last weekend. I pride myself on finding awesome bargains and my sister is even better, so needless to say we tore that mall up.

I found boots and heels and sweaters (Adam I will not call them jumpers) and other long-sleeved shirts, since it seems there’s more than one season here in Michigan, plus tights and the most delicious hot apple cider drink in the world. Mmm, fall.

While wandering through one department store I realized something startling: I’ve become a woman in her mid-thirties. I don’t know when exactly it happened, but I was carrying five pairs of socks and two sweaters and I suddenly realized they were all the same brand.

That brand? St. John’s Bay.

Now, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with SJB. Clearly not since I bought three things from them (sweaters were $20 each, btw) but I remember always thinking it was for people older than me.

What else am I supposed to be doing now that I’m showing my demographic?

I have a post on the Army of Erma’s blog called Extreme Anthropamorphizing.