I am not much of a shopper. Don't get me wrong, I've learned over the years to be a decent clothing shopper - especially if I take my sister who can shop like nobody's business. But I don't relish shopping for clothes much. Frankly, it's a pain in the ass. I am 5'8" which means I'm too tall for regular pants and too short for talls. Plus, I am thin (not bragging, it's just true) but I have a big butt and "I had a kid" hips. And small boobs.
So yeah, that's fun.
At my size, pants are cut for girls - like pre-puberty girls. I don't want old lady Mom jeans, I don't want middle school girl jeans. I don't want to wear a size 14 so I can get them over my ass only to have an extra 4 inches of cloth around my waist.
I want 35-ish woman jeans. Not too high waisted, not so low so as to show a whale tail - just jeans. You would think this wouldn't be that difficult to find. WRONG. And shirts - no, I haven't had a boob job, I don't want a boob job, I like my barely Bs thank you very much. So if I wear a size small shirt, would you PLEASE make it long enough to cover my belly piercing? I mean, I think a pierced bellybutton is hot, but I can't show the damn thing at work.
If I knew a bit more about designing clothes, I'd make a line for kind-tall, not-quite-middle-aged thin chicks. I think there must be a call for that, no?
In any event, my point is, there are 2 exceptions to my general disdain for clothes shopping - shoes and purses. Why? Well come on now, it's obvious.
I am ALWAYS an 8.5 shoe. Common size, easy to find - and they never make me feel fat. Plus, you can have 5 different pairs of black heels and each can apply to a different occasion, outfit type, etc.
And purses - same thing. You're never too tall, too short, too poorly endowed...
Needless to say, I have been on a mission for a new purse since, to my own discredit, I left my current purse in my very hot car for several hours this summer, thereby melting the entire 2 packs of gum inside it all over the thing. Like, it melted my bluetooth into a pocket and I CANNOT get it out.
I am picky about my purses - straps, color, you name it. I also like them to be nice so I can sell them on eBay. Hey, I'm cheap, too.
Today I found a cute purse at Marshalls, but it was about $10 more than my cheap self wanted to spend. So I browsed about the rest of the store - hey, I was ALONE - and found new bedding.
*** Side note. I'd gone there for the bedding. Why? Well I recently looked at the green comforter on our bed and noticed it had a funny-looking spot on it. I assume it is Gregg's head grease. The man is the quintessential Italian stereotype, he has ruined a chair and nearly ruined our friends' recent living room paint job with the oils that his now-bald head produces. GROSS!
Anyway, the sight of that grease stain made me realize - the bedding is from our first apartment - 14 years ago! WHAT THE HELL?
Needless to say, bedding was a must-have. I found a kick-ass Tommy comforter (which took over 2 hours to DRY this afternoon, good grief) for cheap - so success!
After digging through the comforters and then the clearance boys clothing and shoe sections (Ben 10 size 3 sneaks - check - wait, how is my 7 year old a size 3 shoe?!?!?! How do I have a 7 almost 8 year old?!?!?!), I went back to the purses.
I found "the purse" again - 3 more of them in fact. But wait - one was marked on clearance, $10 off!! I scoured the thing - nothing wrong with it. So, uhm, SOLD.
But you know it's a bad sign when you get home and your kid says "Mom, how many purses are you going to list on eBay?!?!"
The answer - at least 2. 1 Vera Bradley and 1 Liz Claiborne. LOL
It's Saturday so it was an exercise day of rest for me. I'm going to get my rear handed to me tomorrow anyway. It's a skating party at sister-in-law's cousin's pond. I love skating. I just hope it isn't too cold.
Ok, well I actually managed to knit about 3/4 of an inch of sock while the boys played Wii this afternoon, so it's back to some sort of knitting for me. I am a football widow this evening (I'd say "Go BIRDS!" but frankly, I just don't care) - and writing in this blog has actually improved my mood. I have a lot of complicated crap on my mind. SIGH.
Tata for now.
my clothing issues run the gamet. I agree with you only I'd like a line of clothing that is for middle aged thick girls. I'm not talking about fat, I'm talking curvy girls. I would like to put on a pair of jeans that have REAL pockets. not the inch of space only a quarter can fit into, but a full pocket. I may be a woman but I need pockets. I'd also like to bring back button fly jeans. and have the jeans come up over my ass and not pucker out in the back. hug me but don't suffocate me. and how about this - instead of making an oxford shirt with room around the middle and then the same small sleeves, why not put a little extra room in the fucking sleeve?? There is nothing worse then putting on a shirt and not being able to move your arms. I'd like to move my arms. I find it beneficial. As a note, I love your blog. It reads well and you've inspired me to start my own! :)
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