Last week, I was tasked with getting a bridal shower gift from two of my colleagues and me. So, during lunch, I ordered a really cute wall decal and fabulous luggage from the Target registry and scheduled for in-store pick up after school. I thought, "what a genius! I have to go to Target anyway!" Two hours later, Target e-mailed me to say that half of my order was cancelled. As I somewhat aimlessly perused the adult version of Disney World that is Target, I decided to pick up this cute chevron rug I remembered being on the registry.
When I made it to the check out line, I exclaimed, "Oh no, I forgot to print the registry for you to scan!" He suggested I find it on my phone. Smart dude. Once I pulled up the registry on my phone, I realized that my colleague is NOT, in fact, registered at Target, but some people I don't know in Cincinnati, Ohio are. Yes, I ordered something from a complete stranger's registry. After I dropped an "oh, shit!" to that cashier, the only response I could manage with the guest services' cashier who said, "how did that even happen?" was "I'm a dumb ass, that's how." Mom and Dad clearly spent good money on my college education.
With my unfrozen frozen food melting in my cart, I then proceeded to lose my car for a full five minutes in the parking lot. For a moment, I considered setting off the car alarm, but I feared my current lack of luck would mean I'd set off the alarm and never turn it off again. Once in my car, I had a minor panic attack and needed to double check that I ended up with a gift card for a wedding and not a baby. Luckily for you, someone else, the lovely Marissa of The Modern Austen, was in charge of organizing the giveaway that begins today and runs until May 30th. Plus, how can you go wrong with a lady who loves Austen? You can't.
No, the giveaway is not a gift card to Target because, let's be honest, you'll just spend it on K-cups for your husband and new no-show socks for you. BORING. Or is that just me? Anyway, by checking out some lovely ladies, you can be the proud owner of a $250 gift card to one of my very favorite, teacher-loving stores: LOFT. (For a moment there, I felt all Wheel of Fortune-ish.) You better not be a gift card hoarder, however. There's no room for those folks around these parts. Spend that bad boy! And, if it burns a hole in your pocket, you have the cash to replace them ;)