It's a woman's prerogative ...

... to change her mind, that's what they say isn't it?  And who am I to argue, especially after this morning's conversation with my husband.

P: Do you need to buy anything else for the holiday?
Me: No, I've got everything I need.

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Also me, on my return from town and browsing the sale rail in Fat Face

What can I say?  It was a dress I'd often admired in their window but felt it was a bit overpriced.  So it was fate calling me in when they had just one left.  In my size.  In the petite length.  How could I resist?