Just because

I hate shopping for clothes. There I said it. In grave danger of being branded as an iconoclast, I dislike window shopping even more. Now, I am your mediocre person-I have a job, I got married at the “right” age, have a mortgage, might be a reluctant owner of a dog in the not so distant future-nothing very radical about me. Oh, but by everything I hold sacred and true, shopping leaves me with a bad taste in the mouth.

I get these flyers in the mail, like everyone else in America. I saw these beautiful models in these beautiful summer dresses with their oh-so beautiful smiles and I was beautifully taken in. Thinking I could look like that if I had just that dress. Yesterday I was getting ready to go to office and hubby goes “Hey, isn’t this the top you were wearing when we went to Maumee Bay? How old is this? It looks like something cut from the fashion when you were 12 years old!” I know it is time to get myself some new clothes when hubby becomes the fashion police. Along with the fact that I haven’t bought any new clothes in the past 7 months, I set about to a clothing store in hopes of finding something suitable.

Now I am what most people would consider tiny. I am 25+, but I still comfortably fit into clothes I had when I was 12. Maybe not comfortably, but I will still fit. My size is not because of lack of eating. This is how the good Lord made me, and I am not complaining. But rarely, very rarely do I find adult clothing that fit me. So shopping is a challenge for me and not something I look forward to. As for window shopping, I plain don’t get it. Why would I in my right mind want to look at expensive things I have absolutely no intention of buying?

I walked from one end of the store to the other, trying on cute polka dresses that fit at the waist and did not fit a little higher up. Yes, I am putting on inches on my tummy like nobody’s business, though the rest of me is not keeping up. And then I tried on these cute shoes. They were so stylish. Looks out of place on me. Sigh. Would have been great with the polka dress though had it fit. Also the heels on them were long and thin and pointed enough to: 1. Kill or do serious damage 2. Give you a backache 3. Sprain your ankle 4. All of the above. I will go with all of the above. I did not buy it. And then after 45 minutes of wasting time shopping, I got out of the store empty handed.

Oh and by the time I got out, the traffic was so bad, I knew I was going to be taking a while getting home. In an effort to be smart, I took a lane less traveled and ended up taking a forced left. Did nothing to improve my angelic mood. I am sure the people in the other lanes were smirking or was it my imagination? Finally made it to home sweet home half an hour later than usual, tired out, disgruntled, grumpy, and grouchy. So, I won’t be going shopping again for clothes -until the next flyer. Unless it is the juniors department in Target.