Eddie Bauer at 30, thrift store at 40

Last week I turned 33. I skipped on over to the city where I eagerly set out to spend my birthday money (yes, I still get birthday money!). I walked into Eddie Bauer and tried on piles of clothes. The irony of it was not lost on me. Ten years ago I used to laugh at my new husband for shopping at Eddie Bauer. Those clothes are so plain! They're so conservative and boring! I would never shop there, and if I did, it would only be because I had turned into one of those stereotypical moms who loses herself in her children and no longer cares about things like fashion or individuality. The only reason I figured my husband shopped there was because he was already an old man at the ripe age of 30. Well folks, I am now an Eddie Bauer shopper. In fact, I love Eddie Bauer. I strive to wear Eddie Bauer now, as it is a luxury when I get a chance to shop there. The corduroy cargo pants and the chunky sweaters are right up my alley, as is the nice loungewear. Who wants to wear sweats when you can have french terry matching tops and bottoms with floral silkscreen?
I bought two pairs of pants, a sweater, an outerwear vest, a T, a pullover, and a zip sweater. I am also $200 lighter.
When I got home and told B what I spent my birthday money on he almost fell over. Yes, he used to shop Eddie Bauer and now he shops at the thrift. There must be a difference between 30 and 40.