So today, I went to the maul (misspelled intentionally.) In some ways, I’m a cool chick. I like Black Sabbath. I’m not afraid of spiders. Back in the 6th grade, I was the girl you smoked cigarettes with in the woods after school. At 14, we sneaked our first beer together. I was an early adopter of computers and the internet, and I prefer crime stories to romance stories. I think those are pretty good cool chick credentials.
But in other ways, I’m a very girly girl.
Today I had a bikini wax, and then I went to the maul. First stop – the ULTA store, for an eyelash comb and some lip gloss. I saw a couple that looked about ten years older than me, and they were not having a good time. I overheard the man say, in that sarcastic, bitter way that men sometimes can, “I just go wherever you tell me.” And I thought, “Goddamn, lady, why do you make him come shopping with you?” I NEVER do that to a man. They all hate it, and they sulk and get cranky, and that ruins my mood.
Then again, I usually shop alone. I’m so picky about clothes that even my female friends get fed up with me after a while.
I found two pairs of pants that I can wear to work – very practical – and my intention was to buy a dress, or a top and skirt outfit, that I really loved. Background information: I’ve been losing weight, and I’ve gone down a whole size since April. This was going to be my reward.
Of course, being picky, and having kind of a weird body, buying clothes can be difficult. I’m short, so I always look in the petites section. I found an olive green top that I just loved. Size medium. I tried it on.
Fail. The shoulders fit perfectly. The front – not so much. It was a button-down top. Big open gaps over the bust. I was pretty disappointed, since I REALLY liked that top. With a straight black skirt and some sexy black heels, I could have used it to pull off a decent 1940s-film noir look.
I know this is very much a first world problem – I can’t just buy a top off the rack that fits both my shoulders and, well, my rack. [g] I could buy a large and then have the shoulders tailored, but that would cost more than the top was worth.
I put the top back, and went to Victoria’s Secret and got some body wash and lotion in my favorite scent. Stuff like this is one reason I don’t love clothes shopping as much as some women do. This is why I have tons of shoes and handbags, not so many actual clothes.
Posted by SmartKat at 16:13 on August 31st, 2013 at 4:13PM