After six weeks of making excuses for why I didn’t have time to go shopping for some clothes that wouldn’t cause my sister to blanch when she saw me, I finally ran out of excuses today and went shopping. And I actually went into two different stores, which I think is some kind of personal record for me shopping alone. And although a second glance at what I bought indicates to me that my sister may still blanch when she sees them, they aren’t sweatshirts…ok, one is…and they are as close as I care to get to what other people consider real clothes and still be happy.
I tell you, it was some battle. At one point I found myself in the Penny’s dressing room, staring into the mirror and telling myself I would either come back with my shield or on it…I know that makes no sense now, but it’s what steeled me to go back out and look for more stuff.
So I now have five new tops which hopefully are long enough for no one to notice that the pants they cover are old and from Value Village. Hey! Give me a break. I stayed in that store for over an hour to find the tops. Did you really expect me to stay longer and try on pants? I don’t think so.