My girlfriend came over this morning and wanted me to go shopping with her. She needed to go find a dress for a wedding she is attending in Houston next week. Since she helped me find mine, I figured I owed her one. Of course, that's not really true. I wanted to go. She's really fun to shop with and knows her way around the city really well. When I use the word fun and shopping together in one sentence, it's pretty amazing. I normally don't like it, and avoid it like a do-it-yourself appendectomy. But I've discovered that going shopping with her is fun because she is a serious bargain hunter and I've learned alot from her (It's amusing to watch her as well).
Besides, she has taste. I am severely lacking in that area. She has appointed herself my mentor, and I must say I have certainly learned alot. While still painful, I have learned deep breathing techniques to get me through it. I've also learned not to be disappointed if things that I try on don't fit or look right. I can now put them back on the rack without suffering sever depression and anxiety because "OMG I will never find anything that fits or looks right and I may as well just wear a burlap sack."
I can see alot of ladies out there shaking their heads in agreement. You feel my pain don't you? You have experienced it I'm sure.
At least I found some good stuff, and it was all on sale. This always helps me justify my spending, not that I need to. My other half is fairly easy going in that department. Just as long as he doesn't have to go with me.
I finally found some jeans in which the waist band did not reside below my navel, and the hem actually did not drag on the ground. I got 3 pairs. They are so comfortable I'm wearing a pair now. I even found 3 pairs of dress pants (they are pretty sharp) for work, which I sorely needed. My work wardrobe is what some would call (and justifiably so) slim pickins. I wasn't able to find any blouses/shirts that looked good though. Either they didn't have enough room for my knockers, or the shoulders went down to my elbow. I hate that, don't you?
So all in all, it was a successful day. I may not have cleaned my house nor did any laundry, but I sure will look good when I arrive at work on Monday morning.
Comments
New clothes always feel good, don't they?
Posted by: john cowart at January 8, 2006 08:25 AM
I hate to admit this but since having the children the jeans below the navel fit much better(read: my belly fits them better). I love new clothes, but hate shopping.
Posted by: Melonie at January 8, 2006 10:07 AM