I went shopping yesterday, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary except that what I was shopping for was clothes. For myself. Most of the clothes I wear on a regular basis are things I’ve had for at least 9 years. I had fallen into that terrible trap that women tend to fall into when they have children… I had disappeared into leisure wear. When there’s a baby to be cared for, who has time to put together a nice outfit? But suddenly, that baby is 9 and so is my “style”.
I went through my closet and re-discovered some cool clothes I had purchased but never worn, discarded some of the stuff I’ve been looking at for the last decade, created a freecycle pile of things I will never wear (such as the incredibly ugly skirt I bought because it was on clearance for 1.99), made a list of items I needed to complete my new wardrobe, and headed to the mall.
Fortunately, I was able to catch some great after-Christmas sales and I found almost everything that was on my list. I still need to work on the shoes… the ones I found that I liked and fit my listed requirements were shockingly high. (I may not be ready for shoe shopping just yet.)
Today I have to focus on more shopping, but of a different kind. Our TV has been dying a slow and painful death and I believe it’s gasping its last breath. The picture has gone almost totally dark, except for a few minutes here and there when it would look perfectly normal if everyone’s hair wasn’t green.
Friday’s happiness: being able to find jeans that fit well in under a half-hour