I would rather mow a football field with a pair of nose hair clippers than go shopping.
Not bookstores and flea markets. That kind of shopping I could do all day long. I’m talking clothes-and-shoes shopping.
Not too long ago it suddenly dawned on me that aside from a minor shopping excursion last winter, I hadn’t upgraded my wardrobe in years. And being unfashionably utilitarian when it comes to clothes, it was all a bit on the plain side. So, for the sake of my confidence and my long-suffering husband, it was with great trembling and fear that I decided to go clothes shopping.
Except that I had no clue how to do it.
I don’t do shopping excursions with girlfriends. The idea of being in a clothing store and not being able to control when I leave fills me with a vague sense of dread. So I wasn’t entirely sure where people went to buy nice clothes for a good price. And then there is the whole matter of putting an outfit together. I seriously have no idea how people do it. That chunk of my brain that’s supposed to know which skirt goes with which top is full of maps of Middle-Earth and 80s arcade game strategies. Sorting through all those racks of clothes trying to find stuff doesn’t make me look like a used car salesman from the 70s makes my head spin.
So I did what I always do when I have no clue what I’m doing: research. I found a promising looking store, studied some pictures of cute winter outfits, grit my teeth, and set out.
It was packed. There was lots of stuff to go through. I had to navigate some tricky situations involving what to do while someone was browsing through all the stuff I wanted to look at. I wished I were at home passing a kidney stone. But in the end, I managed to find a few flattering things. Dare I say I even look forward to rocking my new outfits. But some days I’d still just like to wear whatever and be done with it.
I’d totally crochet myself some sweater vests
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