Done: Go to THAT store.

Yes, and I mean THAT store. The one you always pass by in front and wished you could buy everything on the display.

The one that also makes you tell yourself you have no time to go in, I mean, is not like you need more shoes or anything.

Anyways, for me THAT store is SOHO on St-Laurent, I pass by it at least 5 times a week and every time I tell myself I could totally wear what that skinny ass plastic (or plaster?) mannequin is wearing.

"That is so me" I would tell myself, but then, why had I never entered the shop?

I think there are a couple of reasons; first, it looks a bit intimidating.

I'm a klutz, and I have this impression that when I enter a perfectly organized place, full of things that are beautiful, I get scared. Will I drop that necklace? Will I rip a dress?

Second, because the clothes on display looked so good. I was absolutely sure those were really good quality pieces, and well, quality usually has a price.

I'm not broke, but lets say my clothing budget is more Forever 21 or Fripperie than Holt's or Sack's.

Today I was in the bus and I saw that we were getting near the corner where THAT store is located, I was calculating if the bus would stop at the red light, so I could salivate over the clothes from the bus window.

I just told myself, "lets do this", you work, you make your own money, today you look semi decent and it is as good a day as it will ever be.

I rang the bus to stop, calmly but apprehensively stepped down and walked 20 meters and, without loosing focus, went straight in.

Lovely, I saw a couple of boots I could actually afford, lots of nice dresses that did not look like they were going to fit me, a couple of really original necklaces and surprise, there were even things I did not remotely like.

I guess some things are better in my head that in real life. That store had been my aspirational place, and now that I felt I could go inside and actually feel like a client, I guess the excitement wore off.

Regardless of that, I think it was good for me to do it. I would recommend everyone to do it, go to THAT store, the one that "is totally you".

Who cares if you can buy or not, the important thing is that you feel confident enough to know wherever you are, you will always belong, not because they let you, but because you make that so.

To Do: Get a Tatto

Why, well, because it is something I've always wanted. I always wished I was bad ass enough to have a sleeve, full of tattoos with bright colors and a whole lot of attitude.
Like Kat VonD!

Ha! I don't think it would look very nice since I look like a 13 year old girl (with an excess body fat), and because well, I work in a "formal" office environment, therefore the biker gang look is frowned upon.

Yeah, that, and I'm afraid of what I'm going to look like when I'm old and wrinkled, so I'm only going to get something small and probably text.

Why? because I don't want my grandchildren to ask me what Pokemon is that I have tattooed on my arm, when it was a ladybug at the begging.

Not that I would ever get those kind of cutesy things, or maybe I will, knowing myself I say no today, tomorrow I'll wake up and have a pink unicorn on my left butt cheek.

Maybe I'll do like that guy in Memento, I hope is the movie is Memento, well, maybe it isn't Memento (I'm so sure I have the name of the movie wrong); the guy that tattoos reminders on his skin so that he can remember what he did the day before.

I would have a tattoo on my arm that says "Keys on the basket near the door" but then I would never be able to re-arrange the furniture of the apartment again, or move out...

That is why I picked something that I think will help me, something that I will never say "Why did I do this?"

I'll write about it tomorrow, maybe by then I will be able to cross it off my list of things to do before I'm 30.