There are few things in life that I enjoy less than going to a store to shop for myself. It hits my dislike scale somewhere in the neighborhood of dental visits and thorough cat box cleanings. However, sometimes I find I have no garments suitable for an upcoming change of seasons, so it becomes necessary for me to venture forth and face the world of retail.
Last night I had a free evening and a burning need for some shirts, so I headed to a discount clothing store to try my luck. I'd already decided that some casual, lightly-tailored blouses would be a good, versatile look for fall. I gathered a stack of them in my size and tried them on one by one. No, no, no, no, no and no. (Hey clothing manufacturers: try some darts in the BACK of your shirts! There's nothing attractive about a tailored front and a loose, flappy back on a blouse.) It only takes one unsuccessful trip to the dressing room to discourage me. Although I tried to glance around for more items to try on, I couldn't commit to the idea so I left.
The next store in line was an Old Navy. I go back and forth on whether or not I like Old Navy. Some seasons, their clothing line seems to give off an aura of: "This is not for you, ya old hag." At other times, they carry attractive, business casual wear that's appropriate for anyone. Fortunately for me, this year is one of the latter occasions.
I actually bought some stuff - in size Medium, which I suspect reflects a general enlargement of product in relation to its marked size.
So, that was one task out of the way. Now I just need to come up with a Halloween costume for this weekend...