I love shopping, I really do. Sometimes I'm not sure if I love shopping more, or shopping for a bargain. It's a toss-up. I ran a few errands today and then treated myself to almost an hour and a half of very blissful grown-up only shopping time at Kohl's. (Me and my 30% off coupon.) And Famous Footwear.
I cruised the shoes. I meandered through the belts. I bought a new black belt. I have one, but I can't find it anywhere. I bought a metal jewelry type belt. I also have one of these, but my son was wearing it as a nerf-gun ammo sling and now I can't find that either. I bought a green short sleeved peasant shirt with some very bohemian embroidery on it. I like it. I bought a very ugly purple shirt. It's so ugly, I'm certain it will look great off the hanger. Sometimes you stumble onto these things. I bought a very simple black casual dress. I'm not much of a dress-girl, but I am liking them with leggings and boots. It's a tad outside my comfort zone, but it's working. For now.
I tried to buy a bra. Did I blog this? I must digress: I went to Victoria's Secret trying to buy a bra. I whisper-asked the size tripe 000 sales girl clad in all black to avoid gawking at my back fat and look at my tag . . . "can you just tell me what kind of bra this is? I want one just like it." She chuckled, then laughed, the spilled the most terrible news. Apparently all the words and sizes are worn off the tag. But, she's been a Vicky's girl forever and remembers that these stopped being available in 2007. "What??", I gaped!! Seems like I just bought this thing. I remember buying a pink one, a black one and a nude one all at the same time . . . . Really? I've been wearing the same bras since 2007. I deserve a new bra. She tried to do a fitting but I just could NOT bear the horror of showing more skin that my already-visible wrists to a near stranger who was giving my body-anxiety. I could barely look her in the eye. So I left feeling a little devastated and hoping my wires don't start poking me. Praying to the bra-Gods that these 3 year old boobie-hatches that have been in constant daily use will hold up until I find adequate replacements.
So . . . . I tried to buy a bra at Kohl's today. I got overwhelmed. And left. They're either huge . . . they could be helmets . . . or itty tiny little training bras with butterflies in the center. Or they're funky colors, polka dots and bold stripes. I'm not one for showing much undergarment, plus, apparently I wear them until they are truly DEAD. One black and one nude will do the trick. Where can I find that? Anyone?
I also tried to look at pants. But I just couldn't get the 'oomph' up to visit a dressing room. I despise dressing rooms. I think there is some sort of bad-judgement airborne chemical that is pumped into dressing rooms. Like a tear gas or a dental happy gas, but for the brief time that you're in there, the gas lulls you into thinking your ass looks good and that you're making good decisions. Then, you get it home and, since the gas isn't pumped into your bedroom, you come to your senses. It's all an evil conspiracy.
So, no pants, a couple of shirts and one simple dress. Oh, and a pair of black slouchy boots. Which I'm certain I will adore. I already do, actually.
And the super good news . . . this is the kind of shopping I really love. I had Kohl's cash. Expired but they'll still take it. And a 30% off coupon. I love it when the "you saved:" line is twice the amount spent. Love it. It was practically free shopping. Love that!!