Yoo 532 - Clothes Shopping

^^ those heels are actually filled with water and plastic fish. darn shame they weren't my size. ^^

I hate clothes shopping.

First, I have a weird body to fit. I'll walk into a dressing room with 10 different pairs of jeans and then an hour later walk out of that same dressing room with 10 pairs of jeans to return to the fitting attendant. It doesn't make me many friends.

Second, women's clothes are COMPLICATED. My mind can't piece things together past the basic shirt and pants. And now even pants come in a million colors and patterns! Have I ever bought accessories? Not on purpose.

Third, on the off-chance that I do find something I like that fits and has passed my durability and wrinkle-free tests, it costs waaaaaaay more than I want to spend. Even on sale. Spending money on clothes just never tops my financial priorities.

Also related, I have no sense of style. At least for myself. I can look at clothes on mannequins and people who know how to dress and see things I like and don't like. But when it comes to picking things out for me, nada. Unless it's sports clothing.

Hence why the last time I bought anything to wear on my person, it was a nice rain jacket over a year ago. I do not exaggerate.

Greg left the window open and now there's a huge bee in my house. Hold tight.

Ok. There's still a bee in my house but at least it's contained.

So, last night, being in a particularly down mood at the news that a certain actuary exam did not go as hoped for, I decided it was the perfect time to go clothes shopping. My morale couldn't possibly dive any lower and I had just ripped the crotch on yet another pair of pants. That sounds really bad, I know. It's a fat person problem.

The night began at a discount clothing store. I tried on jeans and dresses and shoes but instead walked out with two new dog toys for Roscoe.

Success!

Another cheap store. Nothing. An expensive store. Very motivated yet unsuccessful sales people. Goodwill.

Ah, Goodwill. We had all night and spent a long while in Goodwill, sorting thru every rack of jeans and colored pants. Even made a few friends. We'd watch out for their sizes and they'd keep an eye out for ours. After being at the shopping thing for over 3 hours, I DID find ONE pair of jeans I could live with.

But just a pair of jeans. And a hockey stick for 2 bucks.

I'm well into my twenties. Will this clothes shopping thing ever get any easier? I think I need to consider a nudist colony or find a job with a more casual dress code. Like basketball shorts and t-shirts casual. With the same pay, of course.

I'm being serious.

Have a great day :-)