I don’t like surprises. The last time I remember looking forward to a surprise was both times I was pregnant.
I recently joined Stitch Fix*, which is a service that curates your personal style. All you do is tell them about what you like and don’t like, then a personal shopper makes five selections for you, based on your preferences, then sends you a “Fix.” Once you get your Fix, you have three days to decide if you want to keep any or all of the five items, then you either pay for the items or return them. The personal shopping fee is $20, but that can be applied to any purchases you make from your Fix. Returning items is free.
So I filled out my preferences and made a Pinterest board of what I like, and today I received the email indicating my first Fix is on the way.
I. Am. So. Excited.
Look at that. I’m so excited I’m using periods in all kinds of wrong ways to indicate my insane level of excitement. About a surprise. And I’m using incomplete sentences, too. What’s next? Rhetorical questions?
The excitement of the surprise has me feeling all kinds of ways, and I’m loving it. I don’t want to wait for my Fix. I want it now. Aaaah!
But wait I must, and surprised I will be.
I hope I love it.
I’ll keep you posted.
*In the interest of full disclosure, if you decide to join Stitch Fix and use my link, I will receive a $25 credit once your first Fix is shipped.