Dillard's is My New Boyfriend

They've opened a new Dillard's in SC where my parents live. The day after Thanksgiving, my mom and I decided to celebrate my dad's new job (HOORAY!) with shoes. She got some sexy lady boots:

And also revisited the Eighties apparently:

For my part, I wound up committing highway robbery. I was talked into (read: "This whole table is 40% off") trying on a pair of Cole Haan flat books not unlike the Ralph Lauren "May" boot I've been scouring the Internet for in my size for no less than two months.

These boots are $350. I got them for $126. After boxing them up wrong, they then rang up wrong, and the guy helping us and a manager had to override the register to give me the discount. As it turns out, they weren't supposed to even be on sale, let alone at nearly 80% off.

I am officially going to hell. After all the time they spent helping us and all their friendliness, I didn't point out that they must have made a mistake, but instead grabbed my fancy new boots and ran with mom in tow. She says I shouldn't feel bad at all about it, and she's my mom, so I kind of have to listen to her, right?

I thought so too. And then I acquired what may be the cutest effing coat ever:

More on my Thanksgiving in a Red State shortly....