Feeling near as faded
Gah!
I've been going a bit shopping-crazy lately, and so, today after work, I decided to go on a hunt for three things I really might need, and stick to that list.
1) A pair of jeans that actually make me feel semi-good about myself
2) A pair of khakis, ditto.
3) A black skirt, ditto.
Making me feel semi-good about myself is pretty much my one requirement for clothing.
Anyway, after two stores, 10 pairs of jeans, two pairs of khakis, one black skirt, and a brown dress that was OK because it was only $6.99, I came home with absolutely nothing. I could rant here for several paragraphs about women's sizing, stupid jeans, and how I can wear four different sizes depending upon which store I'm in, and two or three different sizes in the SAME store.
But I won't. I wish I'd had my camera with me in the dressing room, though. If I'm going to buy something, after I try it on I'll put it in the "good" pile. If it's no good, I'll just leave it on the floor or throw it on that bench. Today's pile of discarded jeans would've been a perfect illustration of my frustration.
I've been going a bit shopping-crazy lately, and so, today after work, I decided to go on a hunt for three things I really might need, and stick to that list.
1) A pair of jeans that actually make me feel semi-good about myself
2) A pair of khakis, ditto.
3) A black skirt, ditto.
Making me feel semi-good about myself is pretty much my one requirement for clothing.
Anyway, after two stores, 10 pairs of jeans, two pairs of khakis, one black skirt, and a brown dress that was OK because it was only $6.99, I came home with absolutely nothing. I could rant here for several paragraphs about women's sizing, stupid jeans, and how I can wear four different sizes depending upon which store I'm in, and two or three different sizes in the SAME store.
But I won't. I wish I'd had my camera with me in the dressing room, though. If I'm going to buy something, after I try it on I'll put it in the "good" pile. If it's no good, I'll just leave it on the floor or throw it on that bench. Today's pile of discarded jeans would've been a perfect illustration of my frustration.
posted by Melanie at 9:17 PM
