Thursday, May 14, 2009

$10 Buys A Lot Of Happiness

Yesterday afternoon, I engaged in one of my very favorite activities: Target clearance shopping. I love the endcaps at Target. You find such interesting things there. Like store brand tampons, reduced for quick sale. Why? Do they go bad?



I did find any number of bargains to bring home though. There was the nail polish, marked down to $.75 and the Physicians Formula Mineral blush for $1.48. All destined for DQ's Christmas stocking, along with a Glinda the Good Witch notepad for $.69. Best of all was the ballet dress marked down to $10. Just Missy's size, it needed to come home with me. And despite my best intentions, she is currently dancing about the living room, pirouetting and jetteing to music in her head. I need to dig out my copy of the Nutcracker, so she has something to dance to.

Too bad they didn't have one in my size...

4 comments:

Marni's Organized Mess said...

They sell old store brand on Clearance typically because they have changed packaging and want to rotate the shelves.

David Dust said...

I have to go all the way out to Queens to hit the Tarjay... sigh. But it IS close to the Arby's ... I think I need to make a pilgrimage.

XOXOXOXOXO

mah-meeee said...

holy ... i gotta hit my local target. if only we can all get dressed up in tutus and dance around free. ;)

jennyonthespot said...

Stupid Target, they just don't get it... matching mommy/daughter ballet dresses!

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